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  • Imelda's field, Guarigou's field, Bonargent's field, Bru's field and La fond de Bru, les clottes, etc...

    Places, names; I'm going long walks with my mother, going through the domain. Every time it's a history lesson. Oral history, the one cadastres will never tell, the stories of the people who've lived there. All these names are those of past owners.

    We walk, and as we pass the fields, she passes on the stories, as well as the knowledge of the land.
    "Over there, see, this triangle of forest? It's ours."
    "Bonargent was a merchant, left Paris during the war, bought L'Hopital...."
    "Let me check, I remember when I was a kid there was a source of water out there..." And we go searching into the huge boxwood trees.... And find it.

    Imelda's field... It's been a month since I was there, I've already forgotten who was Imelda, but this time I kept the name. It is a long process, only small bits remain, each time. It is a kilometers long process, oral history, you have to walk it through, again and again, make it part of your body.
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