Forse ho sognato troppo - 9788833571430

Forse ho sognato troppo: La vita di Nathalie, hostess dell'Air France, scorre liscia come l'olio: vive in una graziosa villetta sulle rive della Senna, ama, riamata, il marito ebanista e ha due belle figlie di diciotto e ventisei anni. La sua vita oscilla tra il lavoro, che tre volte al mese la fa volare all'altro capo del mondo, e la famiglia, a cui si dedica con entusiasmo e attenzione. L'idilliaco quadretto si spezza però per una serie di incredibili coincidenze in seguito alle quali si trova a ripercorrere lo stesso itinerario di viaggio, tre voli in rapida successione a Montréal, Los Angeles e Giacarta, durante il quale vent'anni prima si era perdutamente innamorata del giovane chitarrista Ylian. Sta accadendo qualcosa di strano. Una mano invisibile la spinge a tornare sui suoi passi, dentro un mistero sempre più inquietante.
The life of Nathalie, air hostess of Air France, flows as smooth as oil: she lives in a pretty house on the banks of the Seine, is loved by her ebanist husband and has two beautiful daughters aged eighteen and twenty-six. Her life fluctuates between work, which three times a month makes her fly to the other end of the world, and her family, to whom she devotes herself with enthusiasm and attention. However, the idyllic picture breaks apart due to a series of incredible coincidences following which he finds himself retracing the same travel itinerary, three flights in quick succession to Montreal, Los Angeles and Jakarta, during which twenty years before he had madly in love with the young guitarist Ylian. A short and overwhelming love, but at the time Nathalie was already married and mother of the family, so after one last night of passion the two lovers had pledged to no longer have the slightest contact. There's something strange, though. It is as if, twenty years later, an invisible hand prompted her to do the same things she had done with Ylian, to go back to the same places she had gone with Ylian, to relive the same episodes she had lived with Ylian; a mystery that becomes more and more disturbing as the coincidences follow each other, to which perhaps the stone of time is not alien, a shamanic pebble of the Inuit that seems to appear and disappear at will. Nathalie is afraid, she thinks she's going crazy, and her longtime friends, hostess Flo and Commander Ballain help her. On the contrary, on closer inspection it seems that everyone is hiding something from her. A conspiracy? The situation goes from mystery to yellow