Colmar, November 12, 2026. It is 9:24 PM. You, my dears, have just turned off the light in your room. Laura, you are being quiet so that you can fall asleep as quickly as possible, and Luca, you are fighting with a boob full of milk. Why exactly you are fighting with it, I couldn't tell you. You probably haven't realized yet that it is yours alone. As I write these lines a few steps away from you, I hear battle cries... "huuu"... I can't tell whether mommy is watching William