And why didn’t I insist ? The shattered look of three contacts, plus the words «
involuntary plunge », was that enough to reconstruct the chain of events ? The
boat that slips away from the dock at the last moment, my step into the void
(the subliminal consciousness that it was nothing; that I would walk on water
-I swear… ), the quick descent to the bottom of the river and, after an instinctive
kick, the just so quick ascent, no time for panic but one immediate concern « the
photos ! » : And good ol’Rolleiflex dismounted in a flash, dried, one roll damaged
but saved… With today’s electronic marvels, the journey would have been over.