A blog about getting lost in forests, about living in this metropolis called Paris.
About the places I love and the places I want to go.
And most of all, a blog about the way I look at the world.
Start from the beginning
Outside it’s raining. Could someone explain upstair that is supposed to be summer?
Tonight my friends will be on a train, drinking and singing.
Direction: a secret beach hidden among the trees of a forest, just outside the metropolis.
I’ll join them tomorrow.
I was lucky enough to find a place for an appointment for an MRI for my knee. I’ll probably go to the hospital with my backpack full of beer and cheese. And with my sleeping bag to sleep under the stars.
We will drink for my knee, whether it is a good or bad news.
And I’ll bring my ball for contact juggling, I really need to improve the only move I can do.
“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.” ~Haruki Murakami
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