Man, what a day! I woke up in Saint-Avold, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a Mourner, right? So, my job is to be all sad and stuff, but today? Today was wild.
I hit the streets of Saint-Avold, and it was like the universe was throwing me curveballs left and right. I strolled down Rue de la République, and it was packed. Like, seriously, who knew this little town could get so busy? I mean, it’s not Paris, but still! People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just there, trying to keep my cool.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you look like you need a drink!” I’m like, “Bro, I’m mourning here!” But he insists, and we end up at this tiny café on Rue du Général de Gaulle. I swear, the coffee was so strong, it could wake the dead. I’m talking about a jolt that made my heart race. I needed that, though.
After my caffeine fix, I head over to the Memorial de la Guerre, you know, the big war memorial? It’s heavy, man. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels, and then this kid runs by, laughing and playing. I’m like, “Dude, can you not?” But then I remember, life goes on, right? It’s just hard sometimes.
So, I’m standing there, lost in thought, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a guy on a bike, totally wiped out. I mean, come on! You gotta watch where you’re going! But then he gets up, brushes himself off, and starts laughing. I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It’s like, even in the chaos, there’s humor.
Then, I decide to take a walk down Rue de la Liberté. It’s a nice street, but today it felt heavy. I see this family having a picnic, and I’m like, “Why can’t I have that?” I mean, I’m just here mourning, and they’re living it up. But then I think, maybe that’s the point. Celebrate life, even when it’s tough.
I finally make my way to the Parc de la Paix. It’s beautiful there, but today? It felt different. The trees were swaying, and the wind was whispering secrets. I sat on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. I thought about all the people I’ve lost, and it hit me hard. Like, really hard.
But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got no worries. I start petting it, and for a moment, I forget everything. Just me and this dog, chilling in Saint-Avold. It was a nice break from the sadness.
As the sun started to set, I walked back through the streets. The lights were coming on, and everything felt magical. I passed by the old church on Rue de l'Église, and it was lit up beautifully. I stopped for a sec, just to take it all in.
Then, I thought about how life is a mix of joy and sorrow. Like, one minute you’re mourning, and the next, you’re laughing at a guy who just fell off his bike. It’s all part of the ride, I guess.
So, yeah, that was my day in Saint-Avold. Full of ups and downs, laughter and tears. I’m exhausted, but in a good way. Life’s weird, man, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.