Josette says
Over here it’s the cafe where I first kissed a boy. His breath was like a sleeping kitten. But his lips were nice. Over there, the school I went to as a child. Sometimes they made me cry, but sometimes I was the bully. You know? Here the corner I smoked my first cigarette. I hated it but I pretended. There, I scored my first goal. And also we played football. Soccer, yes?
Down the street my best friend, Jean slapped me on the face one Saturday.
It’s hard to remember. I do know, it hurts more to be slapped a friend. All of this, it is my home. For you it is tourism.