email from Paris summer 2003
shows Summer in Paris further from its best side, and out of the strike, the artists I have put forward only one action, but this is serious: There are No Ice Cream in Paris, and certainly not Italian! related to
a ridiculous classics like a scoop of chocolate and a scoop of vanilla in the wafer, one must walk several miles from Stracciatella here have never heard of priapism and with rebates for pregnant women - at the same a standard program - is not to be thought. Under no circumstances should we forget the walk to the ice cream parlor a sufficient ration of water and enough food for the journey. What those were for days when you needed me to call down only to the Mügge Kamp road when he was in the very front of the Ice Age-snake!
It helps, of course, not forward it to fail due to the ongoing strike any artist plays and concerts, to the outdoor light mirror Lenin Avignon. Counter strike in public transport, you can at least defend themselves or with the bike. As you respond to systematic cultural degradation, is however totally in the dark. I have learned a precaution, "The Drunken Boat" by Rimbaud by heart, and wait in the other that connect the paintings in the Louvre in the strike.
Otherwise, I take myself as often as possible with the pretty women in all ausgeschwärmt world to seek their fortune. Sabrina made recently after a long trip to Brazil in transit from Hamburg to Washington this station. Sorry, just wanted the living room was full of Italian economists who repeat their findings here, but that we actually got clear transparent, leaving aside the fact that they are often times in Night clubs were lost. At the party at my neighbors, the architect who has set up here with his flashy glasses a trendy loft, I started to suffer a bit ridiculous, as I said in a spontaneous revolt of his lungs "no" when he offered me, I I should also like to watch the fully styled bedrooms. But with the French, one can not be too careful.
Sabrina growled and snarled but a little, as they after a night with my neighbors - those without glasses - saw jogging at 30 degrees in the shade through the Bois de Vincennes, but was in the afternoon of the tour by a double somersault completely sure compensated. This performs a young man, who had recklessly on their beauty rather than focusing on the disused track of him. We were so appalled by the heartlessness of his friends who call in my offer of an ambulance for help, saw only an opportunity to learn more about our mobile phone number that we took with flying coat-tails to escape. Afterwards, we have but a little bit ashamed. From a double somersault must give you the phone number, actually, are also here in France all agree.
To the visitor spit finally turning around, I went on the occasion of the storming of the Bastille, to cross the English Channel. And I had to , Notice that it is harder to climb the Euro Star to London as a post-11 enter September in the United States. When after the third passport control just before the X-ray machine for the handbag angry "Eurooooopa without borders" was barking, I was fortunately in the French border officials a kindred soul. He threw his arms frantically in the air and shouted: "The United Kingdom has not signed". Why do not the fact, which if not always fit all?
When Sabrina thinks I'm an ambitious hostess, she would have time to Schlucki. The speed with which I all weekend between markets and museums and forth behind Frisbee in Hyde Park herlief, I have maintained only can, because Schlucki me every now and again open in their invited Convertible (an old Fiat Spider in the eighties, and I will say that he is dreaming), and myself across to the left by London was driving. While I was waiting patiently for the neighbors rang the bell before I Sabrina drove in a run in the Bois de Vincennes, me Schlucki remembered in the morning at ten after a long night with a piercing voice of my social obligations and rushed me a hour sinful by a expensive pool of lawyers and stockbrokers in the City of London.
One of the highlights of the weekend was the wedding party, we should meet at various stages of the festivities, like a theme again and again. And I could convince myself once again assume that only English women have this incomparable courage to ugliness, without her hat creations to the best of intentions could not have carried the show. In the third or fourth meeting, I took my wedding guests from the English say they think of as a German wedding "lots of beer and frivolities. Seen in the light which is nothing other than what we assumed our friend Stefano Stefani, but somehow came across the friendly with the British.
I still am not quite clear about whether it was a serious mistake to turn down out of sheer lack of skill the marriage proposal to me by a drunken Englishman in a London nightclub (formerly "disco") spontaneously submitted. You never know when that comes back again, and if at all and such. Schlucki says, that was exactly right and proper. Aston Martin, maintain drive up to the English bride before the church, we would have in life can not organize. Also, we are at loggerheads since the weekend about whether the bagel from the 24-hour bagel shop in the morning at six and the house fried a few minutes later because of the previous gin and tonics and the best of the best bagel egg ever were, or whether both had been given the label in the fasting state before. Well, the main thing they were good. And the next 14th July, we just go to a fire ball to Paris, because not so many ambiguities can arise. But until the morning at seven! And at nine I wake at all, so we can go play football.
