Federico

I am re-reading "The Lost Cafe in Youth". I am glad that I bought the second book at that time, so I can only pick it up ten years later.

Not sure I'll be able to read this book again, there are so many details that have long been forgotten but have wonderful coincidences with my life experiences. Maybe it was from this book that I learned that the French gypsies are "Bohemian"; maybe this book made me have a little impression of Paris's university city, Latin Quarter, and the Left Bank, and then I wrote "The Cafe's" "Creator" actually has a bit of a shadow (ambience) of the cafe inside. No wonder @Jeger thinks that what I wrote is "Paris Experience" and I thought it was a memory of Taipei.

It was written at the beginning, blindfolded, listen to what the next door is talking about, you will know which neighborhood in Paris you are in, and so is my familiarity with Taipei. I'm still a nostalgic person. I used to be afraid that I would forget my hometown. At that time, I thought I would wander to Paris. But what I saw in Paris was Taipei again.

"In the coffeehouse lost in youth" is a very strange grammar. The simplified Chinese version translates as "youth cafe", but the original French text is indeed "within...." and "lost", and the English translation also ends with " "lost" is reflected, and the original perdue (lost) also means lost.

I remember the first time I read it and I wasn't sure if he was talking about lost or lost.

In a coffee shop in Paris, I have my lost youth, and in "The Lost Cafe in Youth", I have his past. At first, it seemed that I deliberately read it only once and didn't read it, and then I even bought the same book. I have no memory of it at all. ——I am now sure that this book has never been opened, the book is still new, and it will be ten years before I dare to open it again.

But when I read it, I felt that I never forgot this book. Although he is the daily life of a group of young people in a coffee shop, no matter where this story happens, it will bring a sense of youth to everyone, right?

I still remember one afternoon, I entered a cafe in District 5 with a Chinese book. Later, I sat in the outdoor seat again. When the waiter came to order food, he asked: "What is Federico written in Chinese?" I asked again: " Do you speak Italian pronunciation?"

"Probably Federico?" I wrote these four words in the blank.

Ten years later, when I saw these words on my notebook, I remembered what happened that day.

 I deliberately chose a title that no one would want to open, just a short note to try my intuition.