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Dear Grand Chancellery of the Legion of Honor,

We have a family tradition, my mother and I, that we call self-punishment. The principle is simple: torpedo the moments of pleasure by missed acts with maximum annoyance.

In doubt

Every Thursday

Memories of adolescence, day 1 of the holidays in Italy with my mother, the house is superb. Each piece fills us with happiness. My mother twists her ankle on a terrace step. A classic.

Mid-October, I go alone to the island of Sein to rest. I discover that the grocer makes golden pancakes, which she sells in packs of six. I buy two packs. In the evening, I roll pancakes as if they were cigarettes. In two days, I swallow twelve. On the way back, I sail in the raz de Sein, the waves swell as if giant umbrellas were opening under the sea. I think of pancakes, it’s the beginning of the longest seasickness of my life.

Don’t let me go here, Grand Chancellery, I’m coming to the point

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