Leo Theirs Vidal
Had never imagined that I would write this piece of writing that I am writing here today. My friend Leo, died. I have been trying to find out how and what happened...nobody seems to know and I have few common connections here in Lyon to find out more. But everybody, just everybody who knows he passed away has been upset. Terribly. I thought Leo very handsome (even those pictures in a friend's obituary demonstrate just that)...don't remember now if I told him that when he was alive though. The things we do and the way we live always eludes an acknowledgment of death...it’s the greatest of mysteries how we manage that, really. My friend Leo had worked for a long time in support of victims of sexual harassment and incest. Voluntary work, all of it! He had just finished defending his PhD, and that had gone great (I was in India then). He had a star supervisor. Apart from the volunteering and PhD, Leo worked as a translator and had translated for me the abstract I had to write ...