Used book – The South Atlantic, Jérôme Tonnerre

I know, deep down, that I will never leave again. Never. Nowhere. Thus, I will keep my collection of unexplored countries intact. Those distant lands that made me dream as a child. My mother's death would have been a good opportunity to leave. To the South Atlantic, since she had made me promise on her deathbed that her ashes would be scattered there. But where was it, the South Atlantic? Copacabana or Mimizan-Plage? I didn't keep my promise. The guilt that haunts me will have inspired the writing of this book: the picaresque misadventures of an immobile traveler.