Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




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Welcome to Lou's blog

This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.


... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.

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Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


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wednesday 12 january 2005

38. Flat !

pneu crevé - 1000 bornesOn the way back from my walk with mommy, I found daddy out on the street, busy replacing the flat tire from mommy's car. I liked the screeching noise of the bolts coming off and I wanted to stay next to him.
"Crac, goes the bolt!" - "Cling! goes the wrench that keeps falling". So I "helped" him in my own way. Then he let me feel the flat tire and the new one. I even tried lifting one. It's heavy !
Daddy also showed me that a tire rolls. Well yeah, to me, a car is basically just moving from point a to point b, some noise, movement, a back door (mine), a seat and the back of daddy's seat, and finally the body. Hence I only have a partial perception of what a car is. The same goes for many other things, which I discover little at a time. That's why sometimes, on the way back from school, when we arrive in the neighborhood, he takes me on his lap and I drive the car with him. I ab-so-lu-tely love holding the steering wheel with him. "Left ! Right !" And then there's the horn. But daddy doesn't let me use that too often.

There, the flat tire has been replaced. I feel just like the tire (it's nap time because I must have been partying too in my bed last night). And daddy too. Nighty night !
By Luc Boland, at 14:54 :: Day by day :: #56 :: No comment
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