celebrating 7/7/7

I know, i’ve stopped writing. Probably because my adoption process has come to a close stop too. In April I’ve been offically recognized by a Haitian court as Stanley’s adoptive mother. Ever since I am waiting for his haitian passeport to be delivered. Then he will also need a visa to get into France. Only then will I leave for Haiti to go and get him. Since December very few passports have been made, I do not know then when I will leave.



I’m back from a quick intense trip that brought we in Hungary, Ukraine and Poland, where I met my parents traveling to and scraping also their roots. I will try to tell you some of this trip’s stoires in the coming days. The 7th of july in Ukraine is a festival which was quite popular during the sovietic period : young peasants make crowns of flowers they offer to the girl they love (or carry the door of her house kilometers away to get the father out of the way), before dancing around wooden poles.

On the 7th of july, we were in Czernowicz, and spent the afternoon in the abandoned Jewish cemetery looking for Mottele Keller my great grand father’s tomb. Weary, Sacha made crowns with the wild flowers that grow there:










Travels then have prevented me to send my wishes to fabulous Sonia on her most special birthday : Sonia who loves mathematical games and was so happy of the 777 of this year’s birthday (777 are what rich Ukrainians have engraved on their car’s licence plate, for good luck); Sonia who at times is a poet, paintor, a sculptor; Sonia who’s just got a permanent position as the head of a nano-physics lab in Oxford; Spanish Sonia who speaks Russian, Czech, Chinese and Japanese and can read music too; my fabulous Sonia may this year all in 7’s let you encounter on all your journeys many sunny and flowery crowny days !