It's been awhile that I was not paid me a good pint of laughter. Slang of the 50s, easy to understand for connoisseurs of Old San Antonio "black river" in any case much more vivid and poetic that sabir cities. "I croquais severe for this same" it's the dog to talk about a thunderbolt. Alphonse Boudard brings back an old world soon forgot, France DAfter war with Fourgues, rogue, the poulagas, whores and herring ultimately very picturesque universe compared to current urban violence. Woodlice have air stream metamorphosed dice the author's release from prison (his work is mainly autobiographical) takes pretext of chasing to ride around in the Parisian milieu of the time. Reading this book should be prescribed for depression.
