imagine. itās the early-mid 1900s. you live in normandy, france.
you were 20 years old once, you were young once. you were a foolish lovebird once, in the middle of a raging world war: when you met the person who would become your partner, you talked and talked, into the late hours of the night.
about poetry, among other things. they say that their favorite poem is « chanson dāautomne.Ā Ā» such a basic one, you think, but you stay silent. they say itās so full of emotion. in your head, you laugh. such a simple poem! how could it be full of emotion? but you are so in love, so so in love, so still you donāt say anything.
soon, you get married. the war is finally over, so you celebrate with the first feast youāve had in four years. they say theyāve never had meat so tender, or wine so fine. drunk, you recite « chanson dāautomneĀ Ā» and for the first time ever, you donāt look down on it, not even a bit.
and ten years pass, then twenty. you fight, yes, and bicker and tease, but you canāt help but think you have the best partner in the whole world. as youāve grown older together, you begin to appreciate the simplicity of their poem. now you understand why itās so popular, now you understand why your partner loves it so. now you understand them, too, all the better. months pass, and things seem only to improve in your life.
to your horror, another world war. your town is soon occupied by the german nazis. you live in constant fear, but you donāt let fear run your life: you write poems to each other on ripped pieces of paper, whisper things in the dark, stay close to each other when one of you becomes afraid.
the war lasts for more than four years. by now, itās halfway through 1944, and it doesnāt seem to be getting any better. you avoid the radio and the news, as it would only discourage you.
but one day, your curiosity gets the better of you. you tune into the forbidden radio, the BBC one.
āā¦blessent mon cÅur dāune longeur monotone.ā a scratchy voice announces. you must have missed the first line, but thatās alright. your eyes light up.
ālisten,ā you whisper to your partner. they are already listening. āchanson dāautomne, your favorite! they were reading our minds!ā and you look at each otherās eyes and hold each other tight and fall in love all over again.
you do not know that two days later, the allies will land in normandy. you do not know that your partner will die during the battles that followed. you do not know that the next week you spend together will be the last week of their life.