The Wallet

Author Patrice Loeffler

At the age of 20, I had the habit of putting my wallet on the roof of the car while taking gasoline.

Once, on the highway between Marseille and Toulon, I saw a cloud of papers spinning in front of my windshield. I understand the disaster. I go to the nearest gendarmerie to declare the loss of my papers.

The gendarme at the reception greets me with a big smile and hands me my pocket intact with all my papers and my species. An old man witnessing the scene had traveled the neighboring field, all gathered and reported to the gendarmes. Unfortunately without leaving an address. I will never forget him.

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