It all began that day when I went back to see my parents in the countryside, it had been a long time since I had returned there because of my work, I am often on a business trip and this is the first time I have taken my holidays for ten years to go and see them. When I got there, just seeing the facade of this old house, I thought for a moment that time would freeze around me and I would take a picture with my eyes and write it directly in my memory. Then I went to the front door and even in front of the house there were boxes with all kinds of things, clothes, pots and pans and a lot of books that even a bookstore would not have so much. But one of the boxes gave me an old feeling of deja vu, when I opened it I found a lot of survival equipment, water bottles, knives, backpacks, tools and an old book that was a bit torn and full of stains as if the sea had just washed it up on the beach. I looked at the author and saw my name Jimmy Turner and began to read it with great emotion as it was the book of my travels that allowed me to discover my identity.
Beginning of the journal September 11th 2001, Hi Jimmy, it's your 20 year old self writing this, I have a lot of questions to ask you, how are you now? Have you been successful in your life? Are your mum and dad still around? But hey, let's move on, I'd rather tell you what the weather is like. Here in London it's quite nice, the skies are clear and there's no sign of any wind problems on the radar for our crossing. I have to leave at noon after having lunch with my little sailboat towards Dunkirk in France our ultimate dream to live in France and to live through this immense culture, this incredible language, these magnificent landscapes and their fucking food.Well, who wouldn't want to live in France, I'm excited just by the idea of seeing the French people see me arrive with our little boat and alone. Otherwise, I'll leave you to go and eat our last meal on land until tomorrow I hope xoxo PS: if you're hungry it's a good fish and chips from London
Journal of September 12th 2001,
It's been one day since I left the Harbour of London, my first day was more than excellent with very strong winds for my sails but my first night was the worst I was stressing about everything with the fear that something would break, get lost or worse that I would change direction in the night I think I have imagined the worst scenarios of Hollywood movies but no problem is to be deplored for the moment and I'm quite happy. Otherwise I have a superb view of the sunset in front of my eyes I think I'm the happiest man on earth to be able to have this place here in the middle of the Channel and to see this beautiful sun and I think that's what I want in my life to see this beautiful sun in all corners of the world well I'm getting a little bit because there are gray clouds that spoil a little bit everything but they are behind me so I'm calm and see you tomorrow little journal and you Jimmy xoxo
Journal of September 13th 2001,
I'm lost, last night as I was going to bed I heard a violent storm break out above me and the boat was pitching more and more, so I got up to see what was happening on deck. I don't remember what I did afterwards, but because of the wound on my head I must have taken an angle or a bar from something and passed out. The problem is that the storm broke my radar, my radio and without it I am lost as I don't know if the boat changed direction while I was blacked out and no one knows where I am and I can't contact anyone, I am alone now, alone against this indomitable and powerful nature, alone with only hope as my weapon. I will certainly not give up and I will not give up for so little even if I have to leave my boat I will do it but I promise I will reach the end of my dreams to arrive in France... This may be the last page I write, if not I will write the rest of my adventure later, but if someone finds this book and I am no longer of this world I would like to say that my name is Jimmy Turner and I come from London and I may have been a great dreamer but a dreamer who believes more than anything and who will not stop saying he believes. Goodbye Journal
There were only 3 days of this story, that's why I had probably hidden it, being ashamed of what had happened, but if my memories are good, my journey had lasted about ten days because of all these problems, with the luck of having still had provisions during this trip. No there was more to it than that, I remember a group of dolphins that I had seen in the distance and that I had followed like a lion chasing its prey, but this time my prey was the boat that the dolphins were following, because it's very well known that dolphins, when you're lost in the middle of the sea, become real lights in the middle of the dark night. All these factors during my journey were not by chance, they literally made me live again. I did not let myself be discouraged and faced life straight in the eyes even if it was impossible. And today this stage of my life continues to live in me with always the desire to pursue my dreams and to do what others would have given up at the first difficulties. This is how I became French and managed to focus on what was really important in this world.
This story was written By Alexandre Telli TG01
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