Used book – Rêve d'amour, Laurence Tardieu

It's July 21, 2006. It's eight o'clock in the evening. My name is Alice Grangé. I am thirty years old. Gérard Oury died yesterday. All of this is certain. Verifiable. Reality. I am walking towards a man I don't know. That too, reality. This man loved my mother. My mother loved this man. I'm not so sure anymore. This man is going to tell me about my mother. I don't know. I am going to find something of my mother. I don't know.

Are the most important things those we know, or those we seek?

My name is Alice Grangé. I am thirty years old. I am looking for my mother.