Bis morgen früh

What the heck... sehr gefärlich living just next to it. Just came out from a French meeting at the simile Oktober Fest in Plaerrer, Augsburg, and on my way back found a gathering on the pub next to my place... and here just 30 mins after, between a medley of süd Deutscland Lied.

Gosh, with tomorrow at the Americana horse riding, gonna be exhausting on monday. Good, I know what I am doing. I will be speaking fluent German before I know it.

And a despedida with viele Deutsche Leute singing Frère Jacques. Don't ring the matines.

Yet, my German is getting a lil' less French. Ich bin Freitag, and kind of loving some of the moves of speech here, getting German really a dynamic impulse for our modern day. Saying Juno instead of Juni, Zwo instead of Zwei, don't know if the reason below is true or not, but still making sense as to avoid the confusion over the phone between Zwei and Drei, Juni and Juli.

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The dirty business of NDE

Another one of many, sob...

Comes a time where enough is enough. You can believe whatever you want, you cannot make me believe for something up there or something else than your body exhaustion building up and up and up during a Near Death Experience.

It’s common discussion in our modern era to put belief on things we might not understand, on things that perhaps does not need to be understood and hence creating a whole illusion and tale dressed in the appearance of the easily digested “truth”. And F*** 153 000 000 results on Google. Gosh.

As for me, stayed several weeks in this state. I don’t remember a light, a music, a truth coming to me, I remember the weight I’ve lost and the heavy exhaustion I felt after. ‘cause well, I wasn’t sleeping, I just wasn’t awake during all this time.

The only vivid memories of it came around the last week before my wake-up call. For me, nothing to do with another force, just my perceptions that started to focus right. I remember a wall colored as yellow canari, a deep feeling of being sea-sick. Hence my brain made the link, and made me think I was in a submarine on the Italian coast during the second world war, and I had to be treated in the awful, but needed, bubble, same closed bubble as created by an hospital.

Yet, “Fully awake”, I did have straight the sense to get peace on my mind and understand it wasn’t my fault to have entered this dark night, and most of all it didn’t involved anybody else.

It was all I needed. Yet, after relatives and friends treat me differently while I seeked normality and fair judgement of my abilities, many times I have been directed to psychologist, psychiatrist and so on. But Why? Why should I have to understand? Could I just ignore and go. And most of all, how can an unknown person, as doctor as he/she can be, can make the difference between th sh*t that happens before and after. so.

'cause at the end, it wasn’t that bad.

Yet, when it happens again, not so bad, but well, waiting at a red light and being bumped hardly behind from a german driver where i would take easily generalities, it is still not a nice feeling and too vivid in my life to be digested socially.

Yet, even more standing, 'ause Believe, but most of all, Live

Because what I got from all that? Between living and dying, there is a whole extatic dimension. Some calls it adrenalin, some calls it insane, some life:

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I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore, I am perfect.

"I'd tell you to go to hell, but I don't want to see you again."

Nichts ist unmöglich

'Cause I know it pretty well, and that's all the worth given to life. I'd rather die getting my dreams come true.

"Their analysis of 20,850 base jumps from the same site on the Kjerag Massif in Norway showed nine fatalities over the 11-year period from 1995 to 2005, or 1 in every 2,317 jumps, and 82 non-fatal accidents, or one in every 254 jumps." swissinfo

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Be colourful, Little F

Exhaustion. Everywhere around grasping new keys from a culture that starts to make its full sense in my strange mind. An exhaustion accumulated happily over the last couple of couple of weeks. Happily releasing the pressure watching some episodes of one of the greatest serie around for me - Californication, that came back from a sleezy season 5 to a lovely season 6. A way to exit an exhaustion in its full spectrum, one that can lead to one of the nicest screenplay. 

Reminiscing some of the highest scene of Fight Club. Being immersed in what is called a mobliert wohnung, very nice for me, nothing to install, everything at hand, yet the big white unexpressive wall in front of me everywhere. I just want to splash some colours all around. Get it alive. White is silence, white is unexpressive yet lovely in its unsettlement, orange is harmony, green is the light, red is my expression of desire, purple the one of , black the one of sticking the truth, Yellow the freedom, and Blue my favorite.

White is too normal, white is too French,  white is too much protective. Give me some colours, Fell the vibes little F and live it. 

Roots are here to make you grow, not to retain yourself.

Forget it. 

If French is my mother tongue, English is my father tongue. Deal.

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Zu weit, zu gut

Now in Germany, I could have had a lot of questions in the turmoil of my very quick settlement here, well, no, leaving the mystery of life and not being French for once seeking an answer.  will see what's coming on. Kind of England Strikes back 2 in the chapter of my human books.

So many comparisons with my first time in the UK. Augsburg seems as nice, charming, yet bigger, compared to the lovely Chester I was first introduced to on my road to the beatles.

A few pictures, when at hand:

As I have the spirit of the opposite, one short movie first of the street I am directly living in, the one where the world saw the first steps of Bertolt Brecht:

The Rathaus

Jakobertor

Entry within the Fuggerei:

 And this one special from French speaking peeps, the shop at the corner of where I live:

Finishing on the song that welcomed my first stay in Germany 8 years ago that still makes me shiver. 

Because in the last 2 years, the only way for me to find a job in France would have been to play the card of being 12% disable. F... it.

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Flabbergasted V2.013

Around a dark corner on a Tuesday night, a nice suprise. not the move from 20th century fox to Fox Searchlight - I didn't notice the change of department, just a movie that I might have avoided due to the lack of exposure (at least from my side) and gosh, it was an extreme-ly good movie, far from the current stream of sh** with plenty of 3D and visual effects.

Splendid feeling going to this movie. First, 'cause I haven't read the review and was not expecting anything, and secondly because this movie was a nice opportunity to step out the global politically correct frame of current days, bringing the balance through the extremes.

Normal is set up by references, by a global average of the outside. I am not against what is normal. I just don't want others to expect me to live thoroughly through that frame of normal. The main thing tampering my behavior lies somewhere else: this looks in the mirror I trust in the morning for its fair judgements.

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