Olala ! (even if we never say that)
It looks a little bit like me right now. Is it the size, the smile or the fur?
I have been
absent for a very long time: it was finally time to leave Tokyo (kind of
violently) (I visited Kyotô, finished my semester, moved out in less than five
days) (call me Survivor), to enjoy the simple pleasures of being in the same
room than my family who I have not met in one year…
Also time
to take some vacation which w
ere actually short and fast, but pleasant and
thrilling, in the South of France, meeting family, trying not to faint because
of some French villages’ beauty (that’s no exaggeration. I wouldn’t dare.).
Finally, time to face my destiny by trying to read some books for September. I said trying. Trying is good. Participating as well.
Time to get hung over with one of my best friends in Bordeaux, the city of wine and rugbymen. Time to simply enjoy my short summer !
Until then,
the biggest surprise has been this fact… I’m not so sad. Me, the biggest
Japan-obsessed you could meet, who sacrificed her whole energy and all her
savings to finally get there, I’m not so sad. It’s actually worse: I’m glad I’m
back. One year ago, I swear to God, it didn’t matter how much I loved the Seine
or Degas paintings or French boulangerie, I just wanted to get the f… out of
there. Cynical, undisciplined, dark, pessimistic, cold Parisian people just got
on my nerves. The political atmosphere sucked. It still sucks (just like an
infected wound), but as for Paris, I like it.
After years of… nothing… it seems that the whole city decided to improve! Dirty, old shops were replaced by designed and brand-new furniture. Even the supermarket I used to work for, which was a kind of haunted house for the past fifteen years, became super-fancy super-cute in a short year.
And most of all… … … people became polite. What the hell has happened ?? Oh, believe me, I’m certainly NOT going to complain, but whaouh! Is Sarkozy’s stinking method disgusting to the point that people actually changed?
Anyway:
France and all your clichés, Je T’aime !
Macarons, bouquinistes, lovers walking together, old houses, street musicians, café serré, kisses kisses, kisses...
My sister and me if we were not poor.
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