10
inches of snow, -15°C at night, very untypical for Paris. This time
it's not climate changes fault. The reason for this absurd phenomenon
is quite simple actually: I am back in Germany.
God, how I missed it. Especially after being welcomed back by a winter where even mammoths trampling down the backyards of the whole neighbourhood would be only a mediocre surprise.
My time in Paris, especially towards the end, went by very quick. Being the serious literate, scholar and keen observer of the human condition that I am, it is now time for a resumé ( = french word I've learned).
Looking back at my first post and the ambitious goals I set myself from the outset, I have to say that I did pretty well all things considered. After all I did live in a very shady room (might have actually been overachieving here). The mouse infested dark little place underneath the apartment of an eighty something year old ex prostitute would have impressed even Charles Beaudelaire.
As far as the consumption of cheap red wine goes, I can say I tried my best, but “cheap” is a very relative term in Paris. So let's just say I drank the worst there was.
The dark thoughts about the misery of mankind turned out to be a little problematic I must say. Despite meeting quite a large number of rather unpleasant people, humanity as a whole seemed pretty alright. So I guess those individuals should be considered exceptions proving the rule.
A cunt, is a cunt, is a cunt....
Overall you could say that while being as bohemian as could be on the outside it was my mindset that prevented me from becoming an "authentic boheme" whatever the fuck that means. After this failure, however, I set a new goal for myself. Next stop: Bad boy, and I guess using the word “cunt” three times in a row would be a decent start.
So long, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit, even though you should definitely question your use of your freetime
God, how I missed it. Especially after being welcomed back by a winter where even mammoths trampling down the backyards of the whole neighbourhood would be only a mediocre surprise.
My time in Paris, especially towards the end, went by very quick. Being the serious literate, scholar and keen observer of the human condition that I am, it is now time for a resumé ( = french word I've learned).
Looking back at my first post and the ambitious goals I set myself from the outset, I have to say that I did pretty well all things considered. After all I did live in a very shady room (might have actually been overachieving here). The mouse infested dark little place underneath the apartment of an eighty something year old ex prostitute would have impressed even Charles Beaudelaire.
As far as the consumption of cheap red wine goes, I can say I tried my best, but “cheap” is a very relative term in Paris. So let's just say I drank the worst there was.
The dark thoughts about the misery of mankind turned out to be a little problematic I must say. Despite meeting quite a large number of rather unpleasant people, humanity as a whole seemed pretty alright. So I guess those individuals should be considered exceptions proving the rule.
A cunt, is a cunt, is a cunt....
Overall you could say that while being as bohemian as could be on the outside it was my mindset that prevented me from becoming an "authentic boheme" whatever the fuck that means. After this failure, however, I set a new goal for myself. Next stop: Bad boy, and I guess using the word “cunt” three times in a row would be a decent start.
So long, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit, even though you should definitely question your use of your freetime
Greetings
from the exwannabebohemian and future badassmotherfucker
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