Besides the wonderful holidays we had, Charles and I, had ski competitions in the youth category and had the habit of winning these games, and win at least one medal. Because of this, Zermatt is and will remain the most beautiful place I know, as well as to spend holidays, but also because of the pleasant memories I have from there.
During the winter school holidays, the year of my twelve years in 2004, my family and I went in this famous ski resort, as is our custom every year. And like every year, since 2000, "my brother" and I had won a competition, and this one was our fourth medal of a ski race. To celebrate the event, our parents had invited us to warm us in a bar of one of the mountain in Zermatt, in which we used to go. When we entered, the smoky heat seemed suffocating us. I remember the wooden door, massive, which pivoted on its hinges with a huge groan. The door frame was rusty of old iron, which contributed to the noise, became little by little usual for me to have squeaky doors at home.
Our ski suits made us sweat. We took off our gloves, scarves, hats, glasses, and we resumed human figure again. The conversations from other tables were based on a reassuring background noise: we were no longer alone in the storm. The warm smell of the Chartreuse of Alps made us drowsy. My grandparents made two orders of two hot chocolates and two wine with cinnamon, a local specialty that my grandfather loves so much. The sweet taste of milk delighted our taste buds and put us at ease after the intensity of the wind and cold of that day. My grandparents also were relaxing and discussing the relative merits of the slopes of the resort with ski monitors installed at the next table. Time passed, fluid and silent. "My brother" and I started getting bored when we saw at the opposite of us a little boy with his family watching us. He had blond hair, blue eyes as Azure, and round red cheeks like apples that my grandmother loved to buy us.
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The other conflict was selling their house after Paul lost his job and moving somewhere that didn't contain so many memories of his childhood. ... A quote that illustrated the climatic moment is the paragraph that said, "It seemed almost a ritual, but he knew it was neither a ritual nor an armistice, for his universe was fear and memories, and as he waded inch by inch into the hot algaed waters he said, "Here we are, at last... In the middle of the story he started to become a stronger more determined person when he started to ski and then got lost in the woods for several weeks, but by t...
When he thinks about Dresden's place in his memory, he always recalls two things: a dirty limerick about a man whose penis has let him down, and "My Name is Yon Yonson," a song which has no ending. ... The men could not think of any particularly good memories or stories, and the narrator noticed that Mary, Bernard's wife (to whom Slaughterhouse Five is dedicated), seemed very angry about something. ... He goes back to the red light of pre-birth and then forward again to a day in his childhood with his father at the YMCA. ...
