Walking along the streets of the city, he realized that since a long while she hadn’t called him back, as she used to do before. The cold air from the mountains and the gray lights from the Sun perpetuated his feeling of loneliness. He was in his mid-fifties and his wife, much younger, left him for that same reason. He was too old for her. Until then, he had a total and exclusive relationship with her. He loved the nonchalant way she walked, when he caught sight of her in the distance, from his office at the Department of Literature, just before the lesson she attended. His Lessons. One day, she went to his tutorial class, and while he discussed the philosophy behind English drama, he was thrilled to see her look back at him with intensity, while slowly unbuttoning the coat. The reminiscence, L’écume des jours, as we might say, were frequently in his mind, trying to understand the reason why she left him so early (he thought).
“We must leave before separation happens…It is the classic move, everybody knows.” Oh, so many times he saw that strange look when a woman wants, wishes to abandon her lover.
“Catherine, let me in!” he whispered with his trembling voice while attempting to unlock the door with his cold hands. She opened the door, one more time, and then splashed some water on his face, laid him on the bed, undressing him slowly, warming his nude body with her nude body. And in a faint, insatiable voice, he begs her “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me”. What he thought to be unbreakable bonds, were in fact, miracles of the existence.