FOURTH DAY OF MySexLifeInParis
The reason I am in
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society_of_the_Spectacle): it is important, but it is also dated and the ways they quote it were lazy and annoying. And yet in all that talk about
But, they remembered couple of things from communist period in once Eastern Europe: Radu Mihaileanu, director of Train de vie, said how in Rumania during the dictatorship it was not important how much your bookshelf was long, but how deep it was - in fact, the best books, the forbidden often ‘western' books were kept behind the first row regime approved books. Also, it was touching to hear how when a Check philosopher Potoski died a regime closed for couple of days all florists in the country so that nobody could bring flowers to his grave.
And, out I go.. to this Parisian summer that of summer as we intend it in Mostar has only a name. Here, it is one day autumn, the other spring. Today it was autumn and I was showing off with my only, light jacket I brought with me. I have only summer cloths because my mum said that
Finally, the road took me to one of the most gorgeous palaces I have ever seen: French National Library. It is wild.
THIRD DAY Of MySexLifeInParis
I am slowly turning myeself again. I know that because I am not any more so dazed and confused as during a couple of previous days, now I am just sad, lonely and desperate. So, all is back to normal.
Being abroad and not only for couple of days inevitable rises some questions: who am I, why am I here, what is the sense of MySexLifeInParis with no sex going on... A friend wrote me the other day that he was jealous about my
Shopping, he forgot shopping. But, me I did not. How could I? Just saying a word brings tender memories: ‘Come to mamma, baby' - that is what I hear at the sound of it combined with sales.
This is how WHAT I BOUGHT TODAY looks:
WHAT I SAW TODAY:
The smallest cinema hall I've ever been in. Six rows and a screen a little bit smaller than my home TV.
Huge crowd of people queuing in a bookshop! I couldn't believe it myself. I looked for shoes. Honest, I even asked a shop assistant, but no there were no shoes sales - all these people were buying books.
WHAT I READ TODAY:
Le Monde - it is a third day I am ‘reading' it and there is no way escaping the fact that it is thin: 30 pages in all!
Thursday | July 03, 2008
SECOND DAY OF MySexLifeInParis
In my mind I love sighting: I definitely loved imagining me taking a stroll next to
From today, this is the only way of sighting I approve. But, you can do it in restricted areas and only in group.
This guy did not get discouraged by the sore feet and aching back. To be honest the blindness (observe the stick) did not discourage him even from a role of Explainer. So, he explaind, she listened, he is blind, she is a woman.
Fuad, 40 years, Morocchen didn't need no explations, he wanted to talk about MySexLifeInParis and the ways he could contribute to improve it.. instead we spoke politics and history. I found out it is great to speak with immigrants because they have a ‘poorer' language that is just as much as I can catch at present.
I SAW TODAY:
For fashion curios - sales started couple of days ago. I did not have time to study yet shops and what they offer. For now I can just tell you that there are many women in boots.
Wednesday | July 02, 2008
ON MY FIRST NIGHT on MySexLifeInParis there was a lot of - sleep. But, I can already tell the place is promising: caffes and brasseries one after another with hundreds of Unique, Special and Original people. Actually one of the first impressions of my new bobo neighborhood (short for: bourgeois&boehm) is that it feels more Mediterranean than
What is different compared to Mostar? Well, there are some differences that one catches at a first sight. A part form having to pop on to cash machine every time you want to buy an apple.. these people speak an unknown language. They call it Argot (tr. slang), a weird assembly of mutilations and twists of beautiful langue francaise. Some Parisians would like to make it a new language. Excellent, I recommend to use the old saying: ‘Ce qui n'est pas clair n'est pas francais' to prove their point.
Also compared to Mostar they are multiethnic in a different way: they don't look the same, talk the same and hate each other guts. No, they look different ecc. but also the very multiethnic in
Une question s'impose: How come in so little time I managed to have all these insights? - Internet.
FIRST DAY OF MySexLifeInParis
WHAT I SAW TODAY:
Finally - Notre Damme de Paris freshly photographed. It is beautiful. To learn more please visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notre-Dame_de_Paris and post me a summery.
Testifying that it is Exactly as I always imagined it was a thrilling experience.
WHAT I EAT TODAY:
My first day in
Of all the places to have my morning coffee, check out the place I chose - McDonalds. Its impersonal quality is rare and difficult to find in
WHAT I BOUGHT TODAY:
I bought a book: ‘How to become a Parisian'. The same editor published also books about places where you can get free of charge fun and cultures in Paris, places for sleepless nights in Paris and of course a book with the listing of best telepathists in Paris.
People, people look this beautiful sandy beach I will be enjoying in couple of days here in
Monday | June 30, 2008
Tomorrow I fly.
My luggage is ready: as on a photo - I have a strictly necessary amount of scarfs, primary goods I need to blend in with Parisians. Though my pre-prepared phrase: Je ne comprands pas le francais... could be a bit of give a way. Especially if I am to write it.
But I won't retire: I have a bag full of attitude.
And my knickers full of.. well, shit... The flight, people.
Sunday | June 29, 2008
So, why does one go to
Different theories exist:
I was born on 14. Juliet and I always wanted a big birthday party.
Aged 5 my father said that I was destined to French, after he spent two hours trying to make me pronounce the English ‘’th’’.
(Aged 5 my father also explained me that the date of my birth symbolizes the embodiment of great civil ideals: guillotine – a new, humane form of execution)
And there is a theory my grandma advocates: You didn’t make a thing with your life, you have no proper job and you hope that maybe learning French would save you from proclaiming 2008 yet another disaster.
... such a lovely grandma and I always say: It is a pity she resides in a crypt.
Sunday | June 29, 2008
I bought my plane ticket on line which is very safe way of buying because only some machine somewhere unspecified knows your visa card number and you know that no machine is going to go around buying luxury goods... but what I don't know is what exactly will do with my credit card number the nice lady that phoned me later and asked if I could please repeat her my data.
Well, what does not one risk to escape from Balkans? And as you can see on the photo of a place some 7 km from our seaside house there is absolutely no culture, no civilization, no anything in this area! I am sorry, but to spend a summer in this place is simply mental.
Sunday | June 29, 2008
So, this trip to
Piece of cake, as I was explaining to my mum... I get up at 3 a.m. and my brother takes me by car to Medjugorje to be on 5 a.m. pilgrims bus heading to Genoa, and than I gently ask the bus driver to leave my on Mestre/Venice Highway Exit where I call a taxi and get to the railway station around 2 p.m. and than wait for 8 p.m. train to Paris that at a comfortable 8:30 a.m. of the following morning arrives to Gare de Lyon.
Of course there were some other affordable possibilities as well, but they all take longer and are slightly more complicated.
Still, another amazing possibility was lurking all the way: telling the story to my mum and having her burst out: ‘'Figlia mia, AEREO!''
So, lets us pray and give a big thank you to all Italian mothers around the globe. Grazie mamma!
Friday | June 27, 2008
It is getting hot - another two or three days and we will be reporting from Paris
Here you see me with my three musketeers... All good people, but it is time to turn the page: on MySexLifeInParis I will not talk religion. As soon as next week I'll show you, as promised, in all its visual and verbal glory something very different: Notre-Dame de Paris, Basilique du Sacre Coeur e du Saint Eustache.
Turning the page.. changing the lifestyle..
Thursday | June 26, 2008
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