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 27 april 2005

88. A week in the Ardennes

maison des ardennes( my week on holiday 1 )

I'm very lucky because mommy's family owns a country house in the Ardennes (see the house).
I've been going there regularly since I was a toddler. Therefore I know the place well and I have my own landmarks there.
From my regular room (with its characteristic noise from the water leaking in the radiator) to the other rooms in the house.
But what I love more than anything else there ... are the pebbles in front of the house ! It's so fun to walk in that gravel, which defines a safety perimeter. As soon as I step on grass, I know I must stop moving forward.
If it were up to me, I would spend all my time walking up and down like that, ten steps
to the left, ten steps to the right...
Unfortunately there's the rain and my parents, who after a while always insist I do something else.
By Luc Boland, at 08:33 :: Day by day :: #107 :: 2 comments
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