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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monday 7 february 2005

54. In the forest ("pushchair stay there!") (2)

Lou et la poussette(continued)
Since I'm lazy and mistrusting by nature (I guess you figured that), daddy found a trick to get me to walk in the forest. He lets me hold the pushchair and says "Pushchair, stay there!".
I then take a couple of steps pushing it forward, then, mischievously, I throw it further away (I'm sure daddy uses that opportunity to move even firther). So he leaves me all alone on the path. "Aaaah, the pushchair, it's getting away! Pushchair, stop !"... And I laugh.
Once it stops, daddy waves the pushchair around so I can spot it by the noise... and I walk
to him. And we start over...
By Luc Boland, at 18:17 :: My own world :: #73 :: 2 comments
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