To all those who have had the chance to stay in the gray Parisian or Belgian mist, and come read this blog regularly to say that in the end, is much worse elsewhere, this is a message addressed. And I can already assure you, you're right. These are only racontards, Life here is not nearly as easy and enjoyable it seems. Among the chores, getting up every morning to 14h, have to choose a different folder of the day, decide how we will still have to buffet to eat today, log on msn to see if others are awake and have already chosen which shirt they would wear, then go play poker at 2am casinos brand new against tourists in search of sensation and eventually give us all the green paper they brought .. but what can it be used this stuff? .. Honestly, it's exhausting to strength, and I wonder how long we can keep this pace without cracking nervously. I'll spare you the whining about the heat, sun and swimming pools that are struggling to rise beyond 29 ° c, but you can already have a good overview of the punishment is having to spend 3 weeks here in exile surrounded by people who do not even speak our language. Besides, I wanted to come here. I decided to build a hospital in Sierra Leone, and digging wells to the Red Cross throughout the summer. Manu came to convince me to come to me with promises of aid groups in attrition and orphanages in need of volunteers .. If I knew what to expect here ... What torture than having daily walk down the street in the middle of this procession of girls with tanned and silicone as the only escape visual 5 star luxury hotels to loss view ..
Decorations flashy full street, all the more false than the other, ahlala, where is the good old fountain in the Place Saint Michel when you need it to morale up a little?
Like people, vegetation is also very strange here, no way to find one of those good old plane trees, or a briar patch to throw himself into it .. not to infinity, still the same chaotic landscape of this vegetation mutant species of giant pineapple deposited on top of stems excessive. Must still be damn calibrated to invent something like that.
I prefer to stop talking about all that, I'm already hurt me just remind all those difficult passages that I tried to put behind me .. No really I swear, it is quite good here .. would also like to again now, that knock on the door, and it bothers me to come to my bed and clean my room. Is there a way to have peace five minutes in this hell?
But that's not the worst, if he still had to live that day, maybe they happen by dint of sacrifice, to be a reason .. But no, this is only the visible part of the iceberg of our burden .. the nightmare continues at night, and believe me, it's something you do not want to live .. Every night, every night .. having to leave again be forced to drink cocktails of all colors, each more bizarre than others in the casinos that offer drinks for you to push consumption, constantly crowded streets and bars, whatever the hour. . and systematically later in the evening, girls who end up dancing on your knees again and again .. and as usual, she'll still want to get naked .. what do you want me to do? If it makes him happy, I let her do, she looks to love that, and I kind soul, sympathetic as I am, I slip him a ticket even at the end to feed her child she must raise alone the poor. But that it does not happen again, I would not get used to it. But what I told them to make them like that with me?
My god, it made stops ...
short, I think you'll understand that I do not want anyone to fail in this island of attrition, where everything is qu'artificialité, operation, and ball of suet (I just want to squeeze this word, or was it monstroplante). Please just returned to Paris, is no life here.
With that, I go back in the Jacuzzi.
Decorations flashy full street, all the more false than the other, ahlala, where is the good old fountain in the Place Saint Michel when you need it to morale up a little?
Like people, vegetation is also very strange here, no way to find one of those good old plane trees, or a briar patch to throw himself into it .. not to infinity, still the same chaotic landscape of this vegetation mutant species of giant pineapple deposited on top of stems excessive. Must still be damn calibrated to invent something like that.
I prefer to stop talking about all that, I'm already hurt me just remind all those difficult passages that I tried to put behind me .. No really I swear, it is quite good here .. would also like to again now, that knock on the door, and it bothers me to come to my bed and clean my room. Is there a way to have peace five minutes in this hell?
But that's not the worst, if he still had to live that day, maybe they happen by dint of sacrifice, to be a reason .. But no, this is only the visible part of the iceberg of our burden .. the nightmare continues at night, and believe me, it's something you do not want to live .. Every night, every night .. having to leave again be forced to drink cocktails of all colors, each more bizarre than others in the casinos that offer drinks for you to push consumption, constantly crowded streets and bars, whatever the hour. . and systematically later in the evening, girls who end up dancing on your knees again and again .. and as usual, she'll still want to get naked .. what do you want me to do? If it makes him happy, I let her do, she looks to love that, and I kind soul, sympathetic as I am, I slip him a ticket even at the end to feed her child she must raise alone the poor. But that it does not happen again, I would not get used to it. But what I told them to make them like that with me?
My god, it made stops ...
short, I think you'll understand that I do not want anyone to fail in this island of attrition, where everything is qu'artificialité, operation, and ball of suet (I just want to squeeze this word, or was it monstroplante). Please just returned to Paris, is no life here.
With that, I go back in the Jacuzzi.
