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"At the ball, masked ball at hohe Höhe"


Christmas is the best time to cross the length and breadth of France. Hundreds of miles to eat in his hometown with a plate full of cream, a log with cream too, and finish on a coffee and a whole box of chocolates, all washed down with wines widely in all colors . And it is the heart and stomach that heavy going home, because we must be part of that France is moving forward. Now I, to advance this time, I took the train.
Yesterday, I love this train, I was not happy. Normally, I am delighted to travel by train. I therefore welcome the order of the ticket that I order on the internet for the impression of being the Man of the twenty-first century. I look forward even when I remove this entry to self-service kiosk where I seem to dominate the world of technology (so good, there are the fantasies we can). I look forward to walking with rapid steps towards my dock, because it makes traveling nobody knows I'm going to Bar-sur-Seine and not New York. I look forward even when I sit in the easy chair by gauging those who will be my traveling companions, they are anonymous, but I love them anyway. And finally I am glad those few hours I'll be nice and slowly, away from the world, where I have the choice between reading and sleeping, a simple kind of paradise.
But yesterday it was closer to hell than paradise, because of these technologies-even as I admired a few lines above. Technology is good when it is used intelligently and politely, but when there is neither one nor the other, it becomes unbearable. Regarding intelligence, I would like to know what happened in the mind of the guy who decided we could play music with his mobile phone. It is said that there is no Nobel Prize for mathematics because Mrs. Nobel was close friends with a mathematician, and it annoyed him very much Mr. Nobel. I wonder if this is not the same thing with this man who had this crazy idea to install a mini speaker on a phone, thinking perhaps that would ban completely the music and musicians in recent years, How Machiavellian plan. In addition, there is no technological marvel in this, it's just a bad speaker installed on a machine, no technical skill to admire.
brings me to my second point: the politeness. How can we not think for one moment that it may disturb someone to spend in a car zouk Coral? At first, it lends an ear, you say "no, they did not even decide when to listen to music here?". If so, they decided. It takes full five minutes or thirty seconds of our ability to pay, and then lists the solutions to two: one I get up and ask them politely and firmly to stop it immediately, it is courageous and teaching, perhaps they will think next time, two I take my bag, my book and my jacket and I'm going to settle down side is selfish and a bit loose. I finally chose the latter, and I'm not proud. I should learn it a bit to open my mouth from time to time.

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I did not even told my first day with the trolls of 3 years. I was warned: "You see, they are alive."
I told myself, worry, I'm 1.82 m, so in the worst case happen to me the greatest knee. In addition, there have evolved a number of years, almost as many years that they will need to moult their turn finally to the case of boys. In short, I had staked everything on a factor, a single factor unstoppable: I will impress them. Ben
in fact, it did not work, but then not at all. I mimicked black anger, which is located just before the physical violence, well, "rin to fucks". You can yell all you want, or I smile at you, or I look away, or I quietly continues to do what I did.
What I underestimated was the number. Obviously, 26 x 80 cm, it's more than 1.80 m. Obviously, 26 screams of kids, it makes only one adult voice, even a big voice that mimics the anger really well. And the worst thing they did not even consult, they do everything in improv, that's their weapon. I had prepared activities
crazy, that one ended with a reproduction of a Picasso pastel which I was generously offered by one of them, I already had a tear in his eye what a beautiful job, the other by a human pyramid with one or two flips if I had time to teach them. I did not even manage the first to make them stay together at the table more than 3 minutes (yes, the time you catch one that goes, the others fled, it was a diversion and I fell in), and the second to have the silence to utter the word "pyramid". At one point they were all sitting in the gym for at least 20 seconds, and it started from all sides. I watched with anxiety the situation get away quickly, so I grabbed a tambourine to strike as hard as possible, make noise, listen to me now, but I did not know was that in the previous Instits even tambourine was the starting signal the race in all directions, shouting loudly. Solitude Solitude ....

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No no, I'm not dead, just that I am both private personal computer, which deprives you of illustration this time, and time to spend on unnecessary things, or rather things that do not pursue me back into society in the very short term. I try to resume an acceptable rate as soon as possible.
I just have a personal message to get across, so if you have not crossed the last three months, needless to read the following two lines: for you, friends from Sweden, I want to tell you it na not been easy to leave you, and look under my sober and worthy of my little heart shopgirl asked only to speak. But hey, I know how to behave.

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first day I'm poor lonesome cowboy cliche


It seems that the first part of this blog, namely Sweden, is over, I fly on Saturday to find my native soil. I do not turn the pages but it must be a little adult, I have a job and responsibilities now.
I do not know yet what I'll do this blog, dedicated originally to share my incredible life. Without doubt, as my life goes on anyway I'll continue to scream my outrage at this company who rejects me, globalization, politicians and rotten all-star Academy, in short, all these battles that are dear to my heart.
Perhaps I shall turn in literary criticism and cultural fed Telerama and France Inter (yes shit because I am a teacher, do not forget.)
Maybe I will transform it into a blog-novel , dreamlike and boring to read. Yes because I do not know if you've ever tried to read a long text on a computer screen, but after 10 minutes, your eyes are all red and itchy.
Or I will become a political analyst, and posting a text every week deciphering such a declaration, such a discussion, such discussion difficult, either by writing lace-like or like a big fat buldozzer after a small white coffee shop.
Or I will explore my conscious thoughts and unconscious, like a public psychoanalysis but because I'm sure the sex stories involve many more readers.
Or else I'll let him dying slowly, I'll do my big lazy, I will not write that often, and it will interest fewer and fewer readers (it already does not interest them much.)
is not good all that, but I have heartbreaking farewell to myself.

Application For Disconnection Of Telephone Line

Sweden finally answers my desire shot. I waited anxiously the moment, once back, we will ask me how it does with the two inevitable questions that will necessarily come first, even before that on what we eat here (I'm not the only hearth amateur photographs), so the two inevitable questions: Is Sweden populated by blond, and in winter it is hard.
For the first question, I did not so much anguish, since I already met some great blond, I could extrapolate that a bit and say that every street corner we come across a blonde one meter ninety, the lie is not so big and then it's so much pleasure to confirm a preconceived idea.
However, I was having cold sweats about the time and I saw myself to say "but siii, sometimes it is not nice, it rained at least every week," and then try to row in the light crestfallen by my interlocutors. That is all the harder by seeing my pictures, we see that the sky is perfectly clear that we are not in a T-shirt but almost, and that we lack the surfboard under arm. (By the way, I must be careful, I was not on vacation even though my pictures seem to indicate otherwise, I rise today take me working, it'll be more serious. ) And so I thank God for having made it snow a week before our departure, a good fat layer that will allow me to reassure everyone: not Sweden is not like home, phew. And I'm going to ramble for hours in a deep voice, a frown on "you know, I know Sweden, I lived there for some time, and I can tell you that it was not easy: I have been cold. "



PS: In fact, why should we lose any dignity they there when eight inches of snow? Already we find ourselves inexplicably happy, a smile, then frankly, there is no reason to celebrate: the two characteristics of the snow and a being cold, and two to be wet. Then we harnessed as bibendum, some even have big red jackets ridiculous. And finally, a primitive instinct compels us to throw down, then lay the other, and then scream like morons. I'm sure it's the snow that does this. The last time I tried to roll over, then throw my comrades on the wet pavement, it has made me laugh.