The doors opened into a violent gust of wind. I still had his eyes downcast. Three seconds earlier, I admired the plates on the floor with some nostalgia. But my hair flying around my head made me see a little bit higher ... There was a smell of old ice floating in the air. The places were dark and foggy. It was so cold. Neither fear nor confusion, or curiosity could not affect me. I could only see the event, attend a ringside seat to this amazing spectacle.
Murmurs. Half-votes. Laughs, cries, tears, words, too, sometimes. English words, many French and, above all. I could hear excerpts from the distant past, but also a time closer. A puzzle that seemed to take shape before me. Amid all that noise, energy passing was intense. So much so that in the mood of the scene opaline, stood out forms, filaments of this substance in light who took the subtle breezes. I was completely paralyzed. I do not know how long I spent well. Time stood still.
A stampede in my back coincided with beams of light green, blue, pink ... And immediately became the techno beat. People passed, pressed, doors were opening all around me about the shops, the walls were offering me movies. Time for a breath for all this and I turned around. An elderly man put his hand on my arm and ask me to forgive him, it was he who had struck. "Excuse me miss. I was watching the ghosts go !..." He said, before walking away slowly towards the relics of the center ice, removing his hat.
There is always a strange atmosphere at the old forum. But on the eve of the first playoff game centennial pilgrimage took me a whole new meaning. Ghosts of the Forum have awakened. Did I dream this man? The fullness momentary the old auditorium has not hit me. He saw it too. In his eyes that saw everything, saw everything that I have to see. I think the ghosts were just packing up. Leaving a few minutes later, I can swear to have crossed these ghosts, en route for Washington.
I do not think the Canadiens win the Cup. In fact this year I do not believe in anything, I only see what happens. But I admit that passage, there's moments like this that make me smile. I know not whether it is ghosts or just a good momentum, but frankly I spend quality time series until now. A magic floating in thin air. I hold my breath, lest it disappears ...
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