This week, I received a very strange phone call. It was a man, named François, wo was looking for old friends.
He took my name on the phone book and told me that he tried other persons living in Paris with my name. Finaly I realised that I knew him. He was my friend when I was 7 years old. So we started to talk about all our games, etc... He said that he was looking for some old friends because he often thought of this period of his life. He was a fireman. Then he had serious cerebral accident. Now he cannot be a fireman anymore, and he knows that he almost died. So he decided to do what he always wanted to do. Including find his old friends. His parents were Italian, and he also wants to go to find his relatives in Calabria (south of Italy). He is going this summer. Talking to him, I said about my best friend, Antonella who lived in my building when I was 4 to 11 years old.
HE FOUND HER !!! She called me. She live in south of France, she has two boys and a girl. She sent me pictures of her family, I did the same. Frannçois made me realise that when you want to do something, don't wait. Just do it.

Today I had a big training day. I took my byke, and went to the stadium (with husband and kids) at 6 km (about 4 miles), then we played basket ball for 1 hour. And four kids came and asked us to play foot ball (soccer) with them, then we went back home with the bykes.

I'm out...