By Mister from Paris Familiars Montparnasse necessarily have seen it once, the white elephant the strange Sisyphus. It crosses all right, all alone, day, night, windy, rain on the boulevards. He sometimes bottles at will by the obstinacy of its slow and often plays his time between buses and cars. Jacky Chan Doctor says he was physician in Cali fornia an initial purpose to save her from a strange Vietnamese mother. It was at the time of the fall of Saigon. Follows a curious fate for such a refugee in Paris, persecuted for twenty years by the electromagnetic attacks that throws him permanently to the FBI. He managed to flee the United States and France loves who opposes Bush. He managed to protect themselves as best they could attack wave FBI officials in his crash at Sharm el Sheikh but also that Concorde. His answer: a secret weapon stashed in his covered cart, like his shoes, white plastic bags. He pushes his preaching, his warning and loneliness on the boulevards, without respite.
Since he wanders through Paris, it was all stolen. There, they are FBI agents. Jackie wanted to learn French, had procured textbooks, but even that they have bitten him. That is why he speaks English to street traders and operators of restaurants that give water, food and plastic bags. Each visit should not exceed one to two minutes. Doctor Jackie Chan known, in fact, that the FBI is very quick to steal his business stashed in the Caddy abandoned. To those who gave him the room or ticket restaurant, he offers his life in exchange photocopied in broken French: A true story, writes tight. Doctor Jacky Chan said know all treat the body as â me: " When you have a problem, you can look at my huge problem and so you say it is rather small compared to mine. This will help you to be exceptionally strong, as I do in any situation, anywhere ". That night he sleep in the bus shelter at the foot of the Observatory . One way perhaps to avert his fate, that of being constantly monitored by the tiny cameras FBI agents. can leave messages for him at 60, boulevard du Montparnasse, the Capri Pizzeria . I like this type.
PS: A technical hazard, as they say, has caused an interruption of 48 hours in Paris Croque-Note. But everything is back to normal since noon. Our apologies. ;-) 
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