From that day on, things get slowly better. His concentration improves. His mood following suit little by little. Eventually, when they’ve passed the happy yellows and greens of Easter, he feels like writing an article again and calls Luxembourg Daily to hear if they’ve got anything for him to do. Anything. He wouldn’t mind covering the growing grass in an elderly lady’s garden somewhere in Alsace. Instead they send him to Lille. Three days, but it’s alright, being out in the field again.
Because when he returns, he’s home.