email from Paris in March 2003
now it's still a couple of Saturdays ago, I have told you the latest news from the other half of the old Europe. To my excuse I can install it this time am not an adventure Rapporteur on time on site, but to me on another
here to feel at home and I have to build a nest. This one can ever take a few weeks.
The use begins to pay off. Ferdinand and Benjamin over have a great Roof terrace on which they continuously pour drinks and serve large groups of noisy multi-course French dinners. It's worth ever to invest in a Franconian wine in order to come closer. Even Hugo, my neighbor across the street beckoned me last week to the window to invite me to a drink to him. Now I know that he conspired together with other neighbors to invite the mayor of our district to show him, how loud the kids in the halfpipe next door. For me, however, are half-pipe and football is the only compensation that my Grundig TV with French decoding system is not finished. There are often observed spectacular accidents, or young, irresponsible fathers who prefer to do with their buddies one on Zinedine Zidane, rather than as guardians of infants, toppled while without skates and helmet between loud teenagers in riot gear, the half-pipe. I have considerable doubt that the mother can guess what is going on there every Sunday in front of my kitchen window.
are any event, Hugo's' and my neighborly relations come under some tension, as I held it before him, whether it was because he preferred it if the children dealt with drugs. After all, this is quieter than roller skating. But then, thank God we have still the Get curve. He managed just got to cheer with the story of how his mother reproached him
in a letter that he lives in mortal sin when she became suspicious that he was not all the time with his girlfriend in the catechism reads, if he stayed with her .
In Mélac, my house and Hofweinkeller next door, I get now, even without the pregnant Nina Bratton without much resistance a carafe of water, since I was impressed with the stresses hostile and patronizing waiter with my parents with the consumption of a bottle of French wine per brandy nose have. The greengrocer from Djerba welcomes me now with a handshake and passed me every time with a sprig of parsley. He found it so funny that I "Parsley" requested, even though it "Persil" is. This in turn will seem strange to me, but it is too complicated for me to tell him so. On Saturday he came specially from a wooden hatch crawled, to inquire as to how it was last week in the Federica
Normandy.
Christelle, film director by profession, also lives around the corner. Of course, I met her at an art opening. It is distinguished from its interesting work, especially in that it is the only avowed Germanophile French woman in the world. She likes to speak the German language and literature, but also the German History, what I hear for the first time in my life. I was pleased, however, so affection,
that I refrained them dig deeper. During the soccer championship, she went to the dismay of her boyfriend so far as to hoist a flag of Germany outside her window.
frequent addition devout Catholics I compensate a group of devout, though not Orthodox Jews. As you would expect from them, they all have a lot of intelligence, education and mother wit, and they like to dance and celebrate. The friendship makes it very stimulating and enriching and compensates for minor inconveniences, such as the handset, not that some of them on Saturday evenings in the phone, because they may not use any electricity. Also, it sometimes happens that they consume at a dinner party only to the rice because they do not believe me that my chicken is kosher. Fortunately, we could not see how it behaves with redfish, and so my guests were once liberal and ate on suspicion. I had my own now but
not have expected to consume the whole redfish.
Elise and Julie, however, are quite secular, eat and drink everything and lots of it, and throw themselves without significant protests from the family home in many love affairs, mostly with fiery salsa dancers from Cuba and the Antilles. Invite your friends me to have barbecues in the suburbs, and Easter we spent eating, drinking and arguing on the farm of
Elise's grandmother.
Food and Drink French take very seriously at all. This had to learn, especially my Polish colleague Andrei painful, as he in the wine cellar put the cheese on the baguette instead of opening the bread and set it inside. The shrill cry of horror from Olivier and Julie, who came out with one voice resonates to me still in my ears. Alina, who had built the short term at the time of Martin, a love nest in Clichy helped me then, I danced with the horrors of the waiters from the body. But Andrei could never really recover, at least he has it not gone out with us.
seems newsworthy to me also that the French capitulated after decades of fierce resistance completely and unconditionally from the dominance of the English language have. This was impressive to me recently in the metro, where a French beggar at the other end of the car was a longer history for the good in order to demonstrate its need. Obviously he still a little, because when he arrived with me, he murmured that he must learn English, people simply did not understand when he speaks French. He was so sorry that I pulled out but still fast fifty percent.
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