I come back soon

"So, I have 5 outfits, panties, socks …"

As the suitcase fills up, she continues to take stock of the assessment she started six months ago.

This change in professional life on that sunny day had hit her head on, putting her whole life in question.

And as if she didn't have the right, she continued to do so in silence.
After all, what is she complaining about? A beautiful house, a loving husband and 3 children who make her heart always beat so strong.

It is accompanied by this family so perfect that she leaves for the station.
Automatically she retrieves her suitcase from the trunk, takes stock of her tickets and turns to her children:
"Have a good week my darlings, be good in my absence and we call each other whenever you want! I love you very much!"

And as the car pulls away, it resolves to enter the station and heads for the platform indicated on the screen where dozens of destinations mingle.

"Train number 170920 bound for Madrid Chamartin, will enter the station track …"

This trip to Madrid in 2008, when she was young and carefree.
Where life boiled down to having no adult constraints, counting the number of coins in your pockets for a pack of cigarettes and a dish of pasta at 2.5 € next to this high school.

"The TER number 19413 coming from Tours and going to Orléans is entering the station …"

And like an automaton, she walked towards the point of sale.
"Hello, is there still time to change my ticket for another?"
"For which destination Madam?"
"Uh .. I … Madrid Chamartin?"
"One way ticket?"
"Yes Yes"
"Very well, on the other hand you will have to fill in the price of the ticket of …"
"Whatever, I take!"

Heart pounding, she dials her credit card code, grabs the train ticket and runs without looking behind her.

The train is strangely silent. Or it is she who hears nothing.

She lies down on this bunk, which it is better not to ask about hygiene and closes her eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hello, your train is entering Madrid Chamartin station, please check that you have all your luggage and that …"

She automatically grabs her cell phone and realizes that she has just slept 12 hours in a row.

– 10 absent calls, 8 voice messages, 32 sms …

And while she is about to listen to the first message, she reaches out and throws her phone in the first trash that is offered to her, her papers, her suitcase, her handbag and only keeps the cash. planned for any outings planned for this training.

She no longer thinks. She is not anymore. For months she only exists bodily.

She closes her eyes, thinks about this distant getaway and …

"Mum, will you bring me a souvenir from Orleans?"
"Yes honey, I have time of course! Will you let me finish my suitcase?"

She closes her suitcase, looks at her train tickets and throws this dream in the trash can of this Madrid station.