The idea actually started from two women in France in order to celebrate a French author on April Fool's Day.

I never get sick. I've got loads of energy.

That was a hazy day.

Some of the buses were late, but you expect that on the first day.

On the last match day in Europe France snatched a place in our World Cup.

There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.