In fact, I was in love with everything at that moment.The most banal things were a joy to my eyes.A notice proclaiming sortie , the new smell of a foreign country, the bleached and faded blue overalls of workmen, the sharp glaring  outlines of buildings in the sun. " Anything to declare? " the customs man asked.He had a black mustache and a surly expression. "Rien que mes espoirs,"  i said gravely. " Nothing but my hopes." His face didn ' t flicker. " Take good care of them, madam, " he muttered.I started my auto and drove carefully out into foreign country.Suddenly I noticed two strange young men...Next time I " ll tell their story.