I think I took a bus to reach Gare de Lyon, jumped in a slow train to Thonon-Les-Bains (it was long before TGV high-speed trains roamed the land) and arrived late afternoon in the capital of Chablais where my brother Gaston was waiting for me.
I had not seen him for four and a half month.
I sure was as glad to see him as I assumed he was.
We caught up with the news and quickly talked about my house that was under construction. I had not thought much about it since last May. Tomorrow we’d go and work on the roof that we would cover with asphalt shingles.
The dream was now over. I had finally landed on some harsh reality!
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