A double garage opens slowly before us. It's nice,
means the birds singing. A clump of hydrangeas, vegetation surprising
conceal a charming little brick house adjoining
a dilapidated shed at the back of a courtyard ...
A court ... it's called like that with us, to the Sticks.
It was love at first sight! Sonia my "architect" and among other "My daughter"
we will build our house!
No! p'tite the house is not a real court explained "the happy owner." It is an old team, but we, we do like it because it tells a story, history housing estates in the North: The smell of chicory, the coal stove, surveillance, strikes, blare, the air accordion ...
My name is Antonio, I was born in Portugal and I left in 1968. It was tough. I did not want to live elsewhere. I was in exile. But even if my life became better when I got to France.Je Mariame name, I come from Senegal. I've lived here since 1986. I came here to live with my husband. I glad to find and a bit sad to leave my family. I was curious about what country I do not know. My name is Rosa. I was born in Belgium, near Antwerp. My name is Patricia, I'm almost 60 years, my mother's name Stalislawa, my grandfather worked in the mines. I'm Rachel, my father was born in Roubaix in 1963 ... I'm 20 ... I'm Frances, I was an accountant, I sell flowers for 7 years on the market square.
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