Sara goes inside to find Blanche.
Silently, so as not to wake her, I take a seat beside Eliane. Very gently, I remove the book from her lap so that I can mark her place for her. As I tuck the bookmark between the pages she’s been reading, a line catches my eye. I consider the words carefully, letting their meaning sink in.
And then, after a moment, I raise my head and look around at where I am.
I think back to the day that brought me here.
And I realise that I was never really lost at all.
Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi un été invincible.
In the midst of winter, I found that there was within me an invincible summer.
Retour à Tipasa, Albert Camus (1952)