For Etienne

Not all histories end up well, and Etienne, who got caught by the diagnostic a throat cancer a few months later than me, didn't make it. After a very painful and long story.

On Sunday was my birthday and on Saturday night we had a party, and we also had a few thoughts for Etienne, who's staying at the bar, where they play his favourite song, all night long. The bar is called Heaven.


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