Pieces: Chapter VI (Domestic, Bratislava, dreams)
[6] - 25/9/2008, from a personal email
Cara [..],
from Bratislava I came back and, believe it or not, even with something new. The new features are basically two: I have more hours at work, and change roommates [...].
We start from the second, just to mock the order: back at home, listening to the voice mail and messages there is between that of my landlord asks me to explain: it seems the neighbors have complained for a night of noise, much noise, people in the backyard at 5 am, and then things are incomprehensible to my French but including phone seems to have understood the word "police", which I did not need translation. The next morning, I leave for work that they sleep (at least fall routinely at 4 am) and leave them a sheet that said, the owner called me and told me that the neighbors have complained, it is recalled that in day to find out more, which was not at all happy. Among other things there is to know that there had been problems with neighbors (as well as with me ...), and that was the first time they complained that happened in eight months. And I had already made the speech to the girls that our living together could also stop there, and that they had asked me a second chance. Well, I come home, and next to my spreadsheet is also a booklet with addresses and phone numbers marked. Beak girls, ask their explanations, and then very calmly say it's time to stop: the answer is that they are already looking for another apartment. The red card if they are given alone, in fact. And so finally return, I get up a weight.
News number one pass from 21 to 33 hours. Practically a full time job. A full-time I will concentrate on unnecessary work, no intellectually stimulating and they do not give a damn: excellent results of my studies. But that's okay for now rest in Paris, and I keep on wondering what to do with my life, hoping someday to have a sudden illumination, and never know that the money they put aside working I could help them to also ' lighting, when it presents itself.
[...] When I travel, however, have an obligation to bring the magnet then the mother (at home there a whole collection of all magnets magnetically attached to the boiler). In Bratislava it was pretty easy, but not always the case. In Morocco I found quite by accident last shop I entered the last day just a few hours before taking the plane. In Romania, however, is not the custom, apparently, the only place where I happened to find one is Brasov, the mountain resort town in central Romania, in full Carpathians, where among other things it was bitterly cold (like less than fifteen or so), and that seems to be one of the most tourist destinations in Romania popular (especially for skiers). Then I go to the kiosk, taking the magnet of Brasov (which reminds me 'when his name was Aldo says Ayeye Brasorf in Three Men and a leg) and try to put it to the seller my presence, with magnet in hand, and my intention to pay. Five minutes, and that I do not shit. Then I'm leaving. With the magnet, passed easily in your pocket. In practice, a time when all the media campaign in Italy rode anti-Romanian, Italian I've stolen a magnet in Romania, in front of my friends (one Italian and one Romanian), which of course they laughed out loud the obvious paradox.
then Bratislava (Slovakia, a bit 'to the east of Austria, type low hour from Vienna), not the 'I have even seen. We have plenty of time to eat and drink in pubs. Mangiatone meat and various local dishes, and drinking beer czech and various local spirits (one with pears, plums another, another cherry, and one frankly I did not understand - but wikipedia says these indecipherable to me fruits). In short, we were always stunned at the end of the evening. We have seen a lot of tv Slovak, czech and Austrian capendoci not nothing in any of the three cases, and we even had a movie night where we have seen before in a comedy czech sottotiolata English, very funny, and then a film of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill, who apparently in Central Europe are considered real myths (the guy had at least a dozen of their DVD, I'm even including the Hippopotamus). Meanwhile, every new person we meet, the friend I went down there could not tell the story of my match against the bouncer, which has now become something of a legend. It ends up that I will become a kind of Andy Kaufman (if you've seen Man on the moon ).
My dream life is rather more developed than ever. I dreamed a lot of things: sex dreams, weird dreams (my brother was carrying around a Paris that was not Paris, bus, and then the driver disappeared and I put I driving with a kind of joystick round), even more strange dreams (a giant octopus that lowers the Musée d'Orsay, and all who take refuge on the species of large rocks, while on a giant flood - do not ask We guessed that these scenarios with the marine museum ...). Then I also wanted to develop a subject for a film with not remember who was there, and suddenly I was thinking about the lighting of a road movie on a motorcycle around Europe, with references and innuendo De André, De Gregori and Guccini: type at some point we go to hell the main character in Genoa on Via del Campo. [...] I must be crazy
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