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  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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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.
 

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... 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.

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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.
 
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wednesday 13 april 2005

83. The smell of the third eye

Talking about senses, daddy loves sniffing me.
He thinks I smell really good, and it's a way for him to bond with me.
I can't tell you how much time he spends sniffing my hair with his big nose ( it seems I really do smell good ).
But for stuff like that daddy is a real nutcase... He discorvered the place where people smell the best (and the most like their own odor), is right above the forehead, at the base of the hair.
It's the spot called the third eye. I swear, try it ! It always smells really good, even on a bold person.
One night, when my parents were home with friends, I even heard them laughing : they were busy sniffing each other's foreheads. Hence, seeing how lively the house was, I was partying myself in my bed !
By Luc Boland, at 11:51 :: My own world :: #102 :: one comment
 
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