Prisonnier d'une journée
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PRISONNIER D'UNE JOURNÉE...
Voir sa vie défiler devant ses yeux. Oscar Fritz ne pouvait pas comprendre cette expression avant ce funeste jour. Funeste oui, mais pas seulement: le dernier. Le dernier jour d'une vie trop courte, remplie de bonheur et de regrets. Derrière ces barreaux, il a le temps de revivre chaque instants passés à rire, aimer, chérir, envier, haïr, repousser, pleurer... Il a beau se souvenir de ces moments avec précision, Oscar ne peut ressentir à nouveau ces sentiments, maintenant disparus de son vocabulaire. En posant son pied dans cette cellule, il est devenu une âme mise à mort, un numéro représentant dorénavant son identité.
Mais le 25 Janvier 1948, il ressasse toutes ces émotions disparues, et dans un ouragan de sentiments, il ressent pour la première fois depuis plusieurs années la sensation des plus brefs comme des plus intenses moments de sa vie ; se rappelant ainsi de sa rencontre avec Nelson Trépa, son procès, sa première tentative d'évasion ou encore son premier amour...
Une journée qui dure le temps d'une vie entière.
Des heures qui s'écoulent comme des années.
Des souvenirs qui refluent avec ardeur.
Des pensées qui s'envolent au travers de ces barreaux pour guider cette âme perdue dans les profondeurs d'une mémoire effacée.
Vingt-quatre heures pour tout refaire, pour tout recommencer, et se demander alors ce qu'on a bien pu rater...
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