{"id":763,"date":"2023-03-29T11:05:40","date_gmt":"2023-03-29T11:05:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/?p=763"},"modified":"2023-03-29T11:05:40","modified_gmt":"2023-03-29T11:05:40","slug":"the-tomb-of-the-sky-from-french","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/?p=763","title":{"rendered":"The Tomb Of the Sky \u2013 from French"},"content":{"rendered":"

Je n\u2019avais jamais eu tendance d\u2019aborder des histoires qui sortent crue de la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 ; rien que des faits irr\u00e9els, regorgeant du tableau de mon imaginaire. A pr\u00e9sent, je r\u00e9side m\u00e9lancolique sur mon bureau, emplissant cette page blanche d\u2019encre ; bien plus pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment, des mots qui mijotaient dans ma t\u00e8te, avec ce qui reste de mon corps fichu. Bien entendu, je fus gravement bless\u00e9 ; sans le soin miraculeux du docteur Yates, je ne serai surement pas capable de raconter ceci, au coin de ma chambre \u00e0 coucher, alors qu\u2019il pleut dehors. Vous vous demandez pourquoi vous donner de votre temps, afin de lire ceci. Moi aussi, croyez moi ; si ce n\u2019\u00e9tait point indispensable de vous conter ce qui s\u2019est pass\u00e9 en Septembre 2019, j\u2019aurai du me coucher cette nuit si t\u00f4t. J\u2019ai une douleur torturante \u00e0 vrai dire. Bon, le 21 Septembre, il faisait beau, pas vrai ? Comme tout r\u00eaveur, je m\u2019installai dans un champ de bl\u00e9 qui appartenait \u00e0 mon grand-p\u00e8re, propri\u00e9taire de celui-ci depuis plus de 40 ans ; lorsque p\u00e8re s\u2019amusait encore \u00e0 entendre Hendrix et Dire Straights. J\u2019approuve un grand amour \u00e0 eux aussi. Deux simples nuages me surplombaient, naviguant avec nonchalance, et le soleil leur offrait une majest\u00e9 bien plus commode. \u00abTel p\u00e8re tel fils, l\u2019ouragan Imelda succ\u00e8dera Harvey dans deux jour \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9tat de Texas. Soyez alerte et fermez vos fen\u00eatres.\u00bb Annon\u00e7a le reporter diffus\u00e9 sur la radio de mon portable. Un iPhone \u00e0 la cam\u00e9ra frontale assez m\u00e9diocre. J\u2019assume que je n\u2019avais aucune id\u00e9e de la vitesse de la temp\u00eate \u00e0 venir, peut-\u00eatre assez rapide qu\u2019elle sera inaper\u00e7ue dans la ville de Baytown, mais les d\u00e9g\u00e2ts insurmontables comme dans l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 2017. Des milliers de bless\u00e9s et au moins trois morts, sans les animaux de compagnie qui succomb\u00e8rent \u00e0 leur sort bien plus innocents. Je continuais \u00e0 suivre les nuages des yeux. P\u00e8re m\u2019appela pour le d\u00e9jeuner ; une table digne de notre grande et remarquable famille. La nuit tomb\u00e9e, tout le monde se livra aux jeux de soci\u00e9t\u00e9 tant qu\u2019il n\u2019y avait pas de connexion. Seule m\u00e8re qui se r\u00e9galait d\u2019un abonnement 4G avec un m\u00e9pris et une f\u00e9rocit\u00e9 implacable et sans partage ; comme un limier prot\u00e9gerait ses chiots pr\u00e9cieux. Oh oui, pr\u00e9cieuuux ! ca vous rappelle quelque chose ? Dimanche soir, la ville sombra dans une grisaille ronflante ; des averses de pluie visit\u00e8rent Baytown, Houston et les environs. C\u2019\u00e9tait un paysage flagrant ; personne n\u2019\u00e9tait cens\u00e9e cheminer dehors, car la plupart de la population fit son possible d\u2019\u00e9viter les dommages. Ma famille se sentait d\u00e9j\u00e0 d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9e. Je m\u2019inqui\u00e9tais \u00e0 mon tour dans mon lit et songeais \u00e0 l\u2019ouragan. Je n\u2019avais point l\u2019habitude de percevoir un de plus pr\u00e8s, car nous habitions Denver ; sinon, ces cyclones me fascinaient \u00e0 la t\u00e9l\u00e9. Assez b\u00e9ants et effrayants, tels des titans sortis d\u2019un mythe. C\u2019est l\u00e0 ; \u00e0 minuit que la temp\u00eate surgit fortuitement. De grands amas de nuages se form\u00e8rent recouvrant l\u2019horizon m\u00eame ; le tonnerre martelait le ciel, et la foudre r\u00e9pandait son odeur infernale. Un froid de mort immergea soudain ma pi\u00e8ce. C\u2019\u00e9tait le silence impassible qui s\u2019installait et qui me procura une peur fantomatique. Je me sentais faible et berc\u00e9 par monstre masqu\u00e9 pr\u00eat \u00e0 se r\u00e9v\u00e9ler. Nous \u00e9tions quatre dans ma chambre ; ma s\u0153ur et mes cousins. Les autres se r\u00e9fugi\u00e8rent \u00e0 la salle de jeux. Un vent volumineux balaya le toit et bombarda les fen\u00eatres au premier coup. Puis le deuxi\u00e8me coup, si je me rappelle tr\u00e8s bien, vint pour an\u00e9antir la maison de b\u00e9ton en un soufflet gigantesque ; poursuivant sa route vers Houston. A ce moment, j\u2019\u00e9tais emport\u00e9 par la temp\u00eate ; envol\u00e9. Telle une banane qu\u2019un singe s\u2019en empara au zoo ; telle une balle qu\u2019un troubadour lan\u00e7ait ; tel un lapin qu\u2019un aigle eu captur\u00e9. Mais la diff\u00e9rence est que j\u2019\u00e9tais libre ; je me sentais l\u00e9ger et sans poids ; mieux qu\u2019une douzaine de sauts sur un trampoline. J\u2019\u00e9tais en plein essor. Toutes mes id\u00e9es broussailleuses se lamentaient ; elles \u00e9taient glac\u00e9es. J\u2019\u00e9tais d\u00e9pourvu de parole, et je n\u2019arrivais m\u00eame pas \u00e0 crier. Pourquoi crierai-je ? D\u2019amusement ou d\u2019effroi ? D\u2019\u00e9blouissement ou d\u2019agonie ? Je voyais tout \u00e0 l\u2019envers, mais ceci ne dura qu\u2019un instant, quand une bouff\u00e9e de poussi\u00e8re et de particules de verre me gifl\u00e8rent. Un coup de b\u00e2ton venu de nulle part frappa ma hanche droite, et quelque chose de plus dure m\u2019attaqua le dos. L\u2019ouragan me lan\u00e7a vers le nord, et je m\u2019abattais sur une pelouse verte de golf comme une poup\u00e9e de chiffon.\u202f<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I had never tended to approach stories that come out raw from reality; nothing but unreal facts, full of the picture of my imagination. Now I lie melancholy on my desk, filling this blank page with ink; more precisely, words that were simmering in my head, with what remains of my ruined body. Of course, I was seriously wounded; without dr. Yates’s miraculous care, I probably won’t be able to tell this story around the corner of my bedroom while it’s raining outside. You wonder why give yourself your time, in order to read this. Believe me, too; if it wasn’t necessary to tell you what happened in September 2019, I should have gone to bed that night so early. I have a tortured pain to tell the truth. Well, on September 21st, it was sunny, wasn’t it? Like any dreamer, I settled in a wheat field that belonged to my grandfather, who had owned it for more than 40 years; when father was still having fun hearing Hendrix and Dire\u202fStraights. I approve of a great love for them too. Two simple clouds\u202foverhanged\u202fme, sailing nonchalantly, and the sun offered them a much more convenient majesty. “Like father as son, Hurricane Imelda will succeed Harvey in two days at the state of Texas. Be alert and close your windows.” Announced the reporter broadcast on my cell phone radio. An iPhone with a rather mediocre front-facing camera. I assume I had no idea how fast the storm was coming, maybe fast enough that it will go unnoticed in the city of Baytown, but the damage insurmountable as in the summer of 2017. Thousands injured and at least three dead, without the pets that succumbed to their much more innocent fate. I kept following the clouds with my eyes. Father called me for lunch; a table worthy of our great and remarkable family. At nightfall, everyone engaged in board games as long as there was no connection. The only mother who enjoyed a 4G subscription with unrelenting and undivided contempt and ferocity; like a bloodhound would protect his precious puppies. Oh yes, pre-good! Does that remind you of anything? On Sunday evening, the city sank into a snoring greyness; rain showers visited Baytown, Houston and the surrounding area. It was a blatant landscape; no one was supposed to walk outside, as most of the population did their best to avoid the damage. My family already felt hopeless. I was worried in my bed and was thinking about the hurricane. I was not used to seeing one closer, because we lived in Denver; otherwise, these cyclones fascinated me on TV. Quite gaping and scary, like titans out of a myth. It’s there; at midnight as the storm accidentally arose. Large clusters of clouds formed covering the horizon itself; thunder pounded the sky, and lightning spread its infernal smell. A cold of death suddenly submerged my room. It was the impassive silence that set in and gave me a ghostly fear. I felt weak and lulled by masked monster ready to reveal itself. There were four of us in my room; my sister and my cousins. The others took refuge in the games room. A voluminous wind swept through the roof and bombarded the windows at first blow. Then the second blow, if I remember very well, came to annihilate the concrete house in a gigantic bellows; continuing on its way to Houston. At that moment, I was swept away by the storm; Gone. Like a banana that a monkey took over the zoo; like a bullet that a troubadour threw; like a rabbit that an eagle had captured. But the difference is that I was free; I felt light and weightless; better than a dozen jumps on a trampoline. I was booming. All my bushy ideas lamented; they were icy. I was speechless, and I couldn’t even scream. Why would I scream? Fun or dread? Dazzle or agony? I could see everything upside down, but this only lasted for a moment, when a whiff of dust and glass particles slapped me. A stick hit my right hip out of nowhere, and something harder attacked my back. The hurricane threw me north, and I was dying on a green golf lawn like a rag doll.\u202f<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Je n\u2019avais jamais eu tendance d\u2019aborder des histoires qui sortent crue de la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 ; rien que des faits irr\u00e9els, regorgeant du tableau de mon imaginaire. A pr\u00e9sent, je r\u00e9side m\u00e9lancolique sur mon bureau, emplissant cette page blanche d\u2019encre ; bien plus pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment, des mots qui mijotaient dans ma t\u00e8te, avec ce qui reste de … Continue reading “The Tomb Of the Sky \u2013 from French”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_ppma_block_editor_authors":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"ppma_author":[39],"class_list":["post-763","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-freewriting"],"authors":[{"term_id":39,"user_id":12,"is_guest":0,"slug":"mhamedtaik","display_name":"M'hamed Taik","avatar_url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/28445226b8a1211c44f492f3339658d94c787b21c55d0212cb481c851c7054f9?s=96&d=mm&r=g","author_category":"","user_url":"","last_name":"Taik","first_name":"M'hamed","job_title":"","description":""}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/763","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=763"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":764,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/763\/revisions\/764"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=763"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fppma_author&post=763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}