First day
My life is a bit sad. I finished my studies, I haven’t found a job yet, I live with my parents. Stuck in this in-between, I’m lost. I apply to be an animator in a summer camp. Camps are good, it allows you to leave, to take your mind off things, without getting too involved. I have a training as a specialized educator, I like working with people, helping them to move forward in their lives.
It is a huge center at the foot of the ski slopes, in La Plagne, in Savoie. A beautiful brand new building, which welcomes young people from 7 to 18 years old. After a few rather floating months, I finally feel in the right place, busy and useful. Every week, it’s the ballet of children and their wheeled suitcases. Pierre, this other monitor, arrives the second week. I don’t notice him right away, he is presented to me between two doors as he visits the premises. I didn’t see him again until the evening, once the children had gone to bed, when we were all together among the leaders.
There, I heard him speak, with his posed and laughing voice, and that impressed me. The heat rose to my cheeks. I said to myself : ” Okay OK. » He did not leave me indifferent. It is now necessary to organize ourselves between animators to take care of the children. Get them up, get them breakfast, help them with the whole mess of skis, poles, goggles and gloves. In the evening, it’s the same thing during showers, at 7 years old they are not necessarily independent in thinking about soap and a towel.
“He writes to me that he hopes to see me again, I tell him that it’s the magic of summer camps, of these parentheses that are not intended to last. »
Then it’s dinner in the refectory. Before the meal, we do a little play, Pierre disguised as Captain Crochet, me as Monsieur Mousse. I draw his moustache, I have a pillow hanging around his stomach, and his ski pants. It’s in these somewhat grotesque getups that we get closer, it’s fluid, we understand each other well. One evening, another animator comes by, notices our proximity. ” You look good together “, he throws. We do not react to his remark, but it sets a milestone in our respective minds. In camp, it’s difficult to have off or isolated moments, so we do all the tasks in pairs to spend time together.
The week ends, the children leave the next day. Friday night is the only night we can all be together before the Saturday departures. We party between animators, in the same place where the teenagers had their boom a little earlier. The evening passes, Pierre is rather calm. Everyone leaves, there are only the two of us left, and a third person who decides to go to sleep and leaves us with a wink.
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