Marseille
Claire is prevented access to the dock to the goodbye. The vigil
rebeu, subcontracted to the station by a provider, aggressive:
- Stop bitching, madam! Everyone I know who have left France, they were soon back!
- What I meddle, sir? I do not speak.
I walk towards the car. When I look back, Claire became an oblong shape and dark, blurry, which makes me sign away.
Marseille scrolls.
Paris
pace. No interruption in the movement. No humanity in space common.
I wander in the streets of fatigue that I probably know but I do not remember. I'm looking for fruit, not plastic fruit, ripe fruit. Found.
Buy the hardware clock in a very French. Lined drawers from floor to ceiling, to which are attached samples of their contents. The seller - gray shirt, thick glasses, slimy skin - looks distressed in my backpack, and suddenly found urgent paperwork that is brewing on the counter for a good ten minutes. I did not look so lousy on the first day of travel. When he decides to take care of me, it does not particularly explain the difference between the six revivals of the drawer, nor tell me the price. I take one at random. Anyway, they are all manufactured in China. When I leave the store, I sit on the sidewalk to set the time. The figures disappear soon. Then it is again flashing 0:00. Good. Still a
afternoon wandering around France. Finally, after a long walk, I landed in Le Sentier, desert and windy. Stop the Empire
coffee - what they thought when they chose the name? I spread my camp on a small square meter expecting to lecture me by the waitress. It is in Paris, Madame! But suddenly bowl, the coffee machine is broken, delivery armed devils which are stacked beer kegs squat room, we leave the bins in the cellar, and then suddenly blackout! In such a whorehouse, I go completely unnoticed.
behind me near the window, a single man to command the air exhausted a glass of champagne.
- Why one man in the air exhausted he drinks a glass of champagne in the middle of the afternoon?
- I'm happy with RESF is just won a battle. In this day and age, something to celebrate!
He said besides presenting tonight Bitter Victory, a film about the Network Education Without Borders he has done last year. And indeed, he needed someone who would play the role of the audience, to practice speaking in public. After a good hour spent twist in our chairs we are turning back, leading me to the interview and answered him in a good student, he became interested in me. Remain modest and attentive, obedient to the intelligence available to others as I can do, always ends up giving me an air of mystery. I cut short by saying you have to go hungry and eat something before taking the RER to the airport. I pack my stuff.
Yesterday I spent a few hours in junk shops Belsunce. I wanted to buy an alliance before leaving. Christoph seeking such act a logic that I liked:
- you you were going to yourself.
Exactly, yes. By making clear that I am not available to men, I withdrew into myself for this trip. It's a start to seal a pact within. To take my strength and desire of the world. And even if I am a woman ! Too bad if the world is still not ready to accommodate travelers. I can not wait for the man who would help me. Leaving behind me
paperless communication. Let Internet, telephone, air. Traveling with the body. To focus on his statements.
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