DOURE SINT

We found the opening page of Albert Camus' THE STRANGER and a quick game of ASTEROIDS much more interesting than anything about us, so here you go: ======================================================Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: Mother diseased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours. That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.The old people's home is at Marengo, about 80 kilometers from Algiers, I'll take the two o'clock bus and get there in the afternoon. That way I can be there for the vigil and come back tomorrow night. I asked my boss for two days off and there was no way he was going to refuse me with an excuse like that. But he wasn't too happy about it. I even said, It's not my fault. He didn't say anything. Then I thought I shouldn't have said that. After all, I didn't have anything to apologize for. He's the one that should have offered his condolences. But he probably will, day after tomorrow, when he sees that I am in mourning. For now, its almost as if Maman's weren't dead. After the funeral, though, the case will be closed, and everything will have a more official feel to it.I caught the two o'clock bus. It was very hot. I ate at the restaurant, at Celeste's as usual. Everybody felt very sorry for me, and Celeste said, You only have one mother. When I left, they walked me to the door. I was a little distracted because I still had to go...