/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: NellyLovato https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png Perhaps one day, thinking precisely of this hour, of this gloomy hour in which I wait, stooping, for it to be time to get on the train, perhaps I shall feel my heart beat faster and say to myself: "That was the day, that was the hour, when it all started." And I might succeed —in the past, nothing but the past—in accepting myself.