Margot (english)

Margot

Margot, her long golden curls fluttering in the wind, entered the "Court of Commerce St-André" Thwarted by an altercation with her mother, she felt oppressed. Late at Lycée Fénelon, she borrowed for the first time this cross between rue Saint Andre des Arts and the Boulevard St. Germain... While nimbly treading the paved street, little by little, she felt better. Much, much better... Leaving the court, the joy bathed her whole being, like magic ... How was it possible after these painful moments with her family! ... Her music teacher noticed her late, and against all odds, Margot received a smile from him ... In the evening, Margot, intrigued by her crossing of the Court of Commerce St-André and her sudden emotional metamorphosis, searched on the Internet. She learned that the Court du Commerce Saint-André, was built in the early thirteenth century and based on an ancient moat, including the foundations of the walls of Philippe-Auguste. The passage was opened in 1735 between two sets of hands to connect the rue Saint-André des Arts and of the Old Comedy. Extended in 1776, the passage continues until the opening of the Boulevard Saint Germain. Its name is due to the presence of many shops. The printing of the newspaper "L'Ami du Peuple" from Marat was at n°8 on the court... In the night, a dream wrapped her mind about Schmidt the carpenter and the development of the guillotine... In the morning, what was her amazement to read on the Web that a German carpenter named Schmidt had lived at n°9 in the courtyard of St Andrew's trade... In his workshop the guillotine was experienced by the Dr. Guillotin !... The day passed, similar to many others, like the following days... and Margot forgot the whole story. A few weeks later, the maternal grandfather of Margot died. Margot was very affected because she loved this somewhat eccentric old man with a gold heart. Accidentally brought back to cross the courtyard of Commerce St-André, a heavy heart and mind still absorbed by the disappearance of his grandfather, once on the Boulevard St-Germain, Margot found that her grief was gone, leaving an inexplicable joy... Feeling wonderful, she continued her way ...but however with the desire to understand what could have happen to her in this passage ... because she was convinced now that the explanation of the well-being was directly related to the mysterious alley... In philosophy class, we spoke of Simone de Beauvoir, a professor in her time at the high school Fenelon, a strong advocate of existentialism, of many questions about the meaning of life, in the absurdity of a world in which we did not choose to be born... During the night a dream includes the presence of Simone de Beauvoir and the carpenter Schmidt... Up early and in good spirits, Margot decided to go to the court of Commerce St-André. On this Sunday morning, the passage was deserted. Her gaze wandered over the old stones, the arches and other relics of the past. She thought at the presence of many people in this street over the past years. She thought she heard a whisper, like an imperceptible voice carried by the wind. Her vision became blurred, the place was transformed, as adorned with relics of another era …and a silhouette loomed before her. It is Simone... She says, "You remember me, feature for feature, Sylvie, a young philosophy student, became my adopted daughter after the death of my mother...." She smiled at her... "You know, this lane is a fault, a break of love of the moment in the flow of time. A deceased person, like me, can get inside in the purpose to pour into the heart of a passing one ounce of love, an antidote to all the sorrows of the world... The joy is bubbling continually at the surface of the present moment and I just have to lay on you a spark of joy to brighten your whole being. Such as the guillotine, it spontaneous cuts all emotional pains... Its beam has touched your music teacher the first time I have crossed you... "... The vision of Margot became blur again and the lane found his customary appearance... Margot felt her heart very light... Was she dreaming ? Nevertheless, the joy was permeated her being ... and she thanked Simone for this gift. She now knew that only the joy has the power to embellish anything...