Your eyes will arrive on the screen. Si tu les levais, ta respiration se couperait, et tu chuterais.
La carte, elle, est accueillante. Elle indique clairement les étapes et prévient les pièges. Le point rouge te guide. Il t'a permis de prendre le bon bus, de descendre à l'arrêt adequate. The Belle-Fenestre zone is equipped. You can enter it with a large rococo grille, the GPS will save you from the outside, you will advance on the Sienne hill (imported from Italy, this is not the case on the space of the GPS), you will also be able to get to the right place Gauche encore after 300 meters. C'était facile et beau.
If you have a faux pas, the GPS and the signals: the point s'éloigne, the temps de trajet augmente. This is just as easy as cache-cache. Tu tens la carte entre tes mains. Tu peux orienter le monde selon ta volonté.
Maintenant, the point n'est plus qu'à two minutes de marche, en ligne droite. Il n'adance pas, il tremble. Sandrine is nervous. Tu aimerais l'appeler et lui dire de cesser de s'agiter ainsi. Que tout va bien se passer, de respirer un bon coup.
La voix te dit : Continue for 500 meters. You don't have to worry about this voice, but it's still there. You feel that you have fair confidence. Tu songs: This serait encore plus sympa si c'était une voix de Mickey, la voix de Sandrine or celle d'un sexy, rauque, qui te guidait. Et tu continues, pied gauche, pied droit, the herbe is also practical that the concrete or the carrelage de ton apartment ; à l'extérieur finalement l'air est respirable lorsqu'on est guidé par une machine, tu advances, sur le GPS les colors sont brilliantes, the Zone Belle-Fenestre is superbement représentée. The point is found in a green étendue, the pieds are also there. Jusque-là, all is logical. Tu essaies de ne pas voir les aspérités sur le vrai sol, les trous t'oppressent. A new era explores the lies plus inquiétants in the parks, dances in the grottes and chassais the mushrooms in the forests. Tu ne t'en souviens pas.
Dans l'immédiat il faut juste poser and pied, puis l'autre. Regarder le paysage is a second activity. You can admire the relief contrast. Do it là pour avancer.
Plus it takes 50 meters and you arrive at a good port.
Lucie Rico, GPS (POL, 2022)
Your eyes are fixed on the screen. If you were to lift them, your breath would catch and you would fall.
The map, on the other hand, is inviting. It clearly shows the route and warns of potential pitfalls. The red dot guides you, helping you catch the right bus and get off at the correct stop. The Belle Fenestre area has appeared. You enter through a large Rococo gate; the GPS knew it would be open. You walk along a path of Sienese soil (imported from Italy, as indicated on the GPS device), turn right, then left, and after 300 meters, left again. It was simple and beautiful.
If you make even the slightest mistake, the GPS will let you know: the point moves away, the travel time increases. It's like playing hide-and-seek on a very basic level. You hold the map in your hands. You can shape the world according to your will.
The point is now only a twelve-minute walk away, in a straight line. He's not making any progress; he's trembling. Sandrine is nervous. You'd like to call her and tell her to stop getting so worked up. That everything will be alright, that she should take a deep breath.
The voice tells you: "Go another 500 meters." You don't particularly like the voice, but it gets straight to the point. You sense that you can trust it. You think: It would be even nicer if a Mickey Mouse voice, Sandrine's voice, or the voice of a sexy, rugged man were guiding you. And you keep going, left foot, right foot, the grass is just as easy to walk on as the concrete or tiles in your apartment; outside, finally, the air is breathable when you're being guided by a machine, you keep going, the colors on the GPS are brilliant, the Belle Fenestre zone is beautifully depicted. The point is in an apple-green area, your feet are too. Up to this point, everything makes sense. You try not to see the unevenness on the real ground, the holes oppress you. There was a time when you explored places more sinister than parks, you danced in caves and hunted mushrooms in forests. You can't remember that.
In the here and now, it's only about putting one foot down, then the other. Admiring the scenery is secondary. You're not here to marvel at the contrasting terrain. You're here to move forward.
Only 50 meters more and you've reached your destination. 1
This article is written in German and can be found at https://rentree.de. Automatic translations into English and French are available. English, French.
Notes- Ariane is a young woman with social and personal difficulties. She prefers to stay home until her best friend Sandrine invites her to her engagement party. To help her find her way and arrive safely, Sandrine shares her location on her cell phone. Guided by the red dot representing Sandrine in GPS space, Ariane sets off for the engagement party. The next day, however, Sandrine has vanished. She's not answering her phone. There's no trace of her. Except for this GPS dot, which keeps moving. And which Ariane will never let out of her sight. The GPS gives her a feeling of closeness to Sandrine. As if they share a secret. Until a charred body is found on the shore of a lake that Sandrine's GPS dot has visited. Is it her body? But the dot is still moving. Who is behind the dot then? Ariane investigates, but all leads lead nowhere. Even more confusing: The dot on the GPS device insists on taking Ariane to the location to continue their friendship. To get to the bottom of things, she leaves Sandrine a voice message, arranging to meet her at a place only she could know. When the GPS shows that Sandrine is driving to this location, Ariane is convinced she's been mistaken. Sandrine isn't dead! The point is, in fact, her friend. But she's beginning to confuse the real world with the digital medium. The police reveal that Sandrine is indeed dead, and Ariane deactivates their shared location tracking. She tries to get her life back on track and forget about the GPS. But a new notification interrupts her: Sandrine wants to share her location with her again. For one last date. This novel, written like a thriller, deals with friendship and death, with social and psychological vulnerabilities, and traverses the illusions of grief against the backdrop of our digital addictions. (Translation of the publisher's announcement.)>>>