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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tuesday 29 march 2005

76. Me and birdcalls

Lou et un happeauTo help me find out about animal sounds, daddy and mommy buy me birdcalls and decoys on a regular basis.
It all started with an old birdcall imitating a duck which daddy had bought to attract ducks while
shooting a movie !
I was hooked right away, except I would blow so hard that the thin sheets would eventually become twisted. My parents kept telling me to blow softly, but I was having too much fun generating incredible sounds until the whistle would blow no more. You can imagine the fits of anger that ensued ... to the point that I used the birdcall for a "weight toss" and it broke down.
Since then I've cooled down. Mommy bought another duck-birdcall (which is also almost done for), but she also got pigeon, wren, cuckoo ... and yesterday wild boar ! (or ashtray as I called it yesterday [ in french wild board - sanglier - and ashtray - cendrier - are pronounced in a similar manner ]. I have a feeling this one is gonna help me break decibel records.
By Luc Boland, at 10:22 :: My own world :: #95 :: 2 comments
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