So... Paris welcomed me with a big bunch in the stomach. Suddenly EVERYTHING had to happen at once - the people came, the room was just there, the bottles were there and the laughter, the strangers who became friends faster than you learned their name and now we have been drunk for a couple of days, I´ve seen all these people coming and going and falling for each other and now it´s time for me to just be here by myself, as it was meant to be from the start. It´s weird. I didn´t know this room could actually be this silent. There´s just some tequila glasses left on the shelf that reminds me of an ancient time which was yesterday but feels like ages ago.
Two Swedish guys came in a Suzuki from Vetlanda. We had never seen them before, but everything went more than fine, HAHAA.
Inflatable it is. But who slept on it?
I bought and destroyed that painting the minute after.
Kia and me visited a French grandma where you got an aperitif and had to sit like this in a chair. Truly amusing!
Paris is the city where you can just walk and get lost and never be truly bored for real. Strangely it´s like all people are related to me in a way I have never experienced before. I´ve seen so many people who LOOK JUST LIKE ME. That´s fucking weird as me and France have never met before.
The most weird thing is to walk among those tourists at Notre Dame square and to have 2 minutes til you´re somewhere called home.