I discover.
Like a kind of touriste. There, but not there yet. Lost in the big city, I refer to Geary Street as a lifeline. I know Geary Street by heart, Union Square, Van Ness (I declare Vanesse in my head). The sirens of firefighters compete with the police sirens, and I feel like being a major character in an episode of CSI. Because too many movies, too many TV series. Yet these Americans are real, not as pretty and well groomed hair than in their programs, more humane.
On Geary, it faces a homeless every five meters. Dirty, mostly black, they are also very real. Each of my steps is a refusal. Worse than Cuba. "No, you will no brother." I am tougher every ten meters. No comprendo.
There was this man, who began to walk beside me, at the same pace, telling me his story as if we were old friends. We walked over 100 meters next to the other, his feet almost naked, me, in my quiet baskets. Suddenly I felt in the tone of his voice that he would become more enterprising, aggressive. "Leave me alone, please." I had serious air, "dirty Vinvin". And the same circus five meters away, another, another. The homeless remain in the center because they do not have the strength to climb the hill. They are part of the decor, vomiting junkies, abandoned. This woman, collapsed in the dirt, lying like a fetus on a mattress of old San Francisco Chronicles, started to fart everything she had at the time I spent! Small nausea.
Then a movie. "Dan in real life," with Steve Carell (The Office) and Juliette Binoche, remarkable. During the first five minutes, I seek subtitles, which are still not forthcoming. To hear laughter, I have missed only five or six aftershocks. An excellent film, funny, simple, exactly what I needed to maintain my emotions, maintain the excitement of this great adventure. Watching an American movie, surrounded by Americans. In the darkness of the hall, it is like home, minus subtitles.
It is hardly 8pm and I am hungry. Alone at the bar, I order a glass of Bordeaux and a Flammekueche. Mixing surprising, but that's all I found. I think of my family and all that remains to be done if the puzzle is complete. Returning to my apartment, I tune in to ESPN and tries to watch American football between ads. No way. It's unbearable. 3-minute program, 3 minutes ads.
It is 9.19pm and I go to bed with a good book: Voltaire in French left page, in English right page, to cultivate my garden. I feel climb in me energy explorer, an excitement of each moment, an extraordinary desire to move forward.
To be continued ...
Like a kind of touriste. There, but not there yet. Lost in the big city, I refer to Geary Street as a lifeline. I know Geary Street by heart, Union Square, Van Ness (I declare Vanesse in my head). The sirens of firefighters compete with the police sirens, and I feel like being a major character in an episode of CSI. Because too many movies, too many TV series. Yet these Americans are real, not as pretty and well groomed hair than in their programs, more humane.
On Geary, it faces a homeless every five meters. Dirty, mostly black, they are also very real. Each of my steps is a refusal. Worse than Cuba. "No, you will no brother." I am tougher every ten meters. No comprendo.
There was this man, who began to walk beside me, at the same pace, telling me his story as if we were old friends. We walked over 100 meters next to the other, his feet almost naked, me, in my quiet baskets. Suddenly I felt in the tone of his voice that he would become more enterprising, aggressive. "Leave me alone, please." I had serious air, "dirty Vinvin". And the same circus five meters away, another, another. The homeless remain in the center because they do not have the strength to climb the hill. They are part of the decor, vomiting junkies, abandoned. This woman, collapsed in the dirt, lying like a fetus on a mattress of old San Francisco Chronicles, started to fart everything she had at the time I spent! Small nausea.
Then a movie. "Dan in real life," with Steve Carell (The Office) and Juliette Binoche, remarkable. During the first five minutes, I seek subtitles, which are still not forthcoming. To hear laughter, I have missed only five or six aftershocks. An excellent film, funny, simple, exactly what I needed to maintain my emotions, maintain the excitement of this great adventure. Watching an American movie, surrounded by Americans. In the darkness of the hall, it is like home, minus subtitles.
It is hardly 8pm and I am hungry. Alone at the bar, I order a glass of Bordeaux and a Flammekueche. Mixing surprising, but that's all I found. I think of my family and all that remains to be done if the puzzle is complete. Returning to my apartment, I tune in to ESPN and tries to watch American football between ads. No way. It's unbearable. 3-minute program, 3 minutes ads.
It is 9.19pm and I go to bed with a good book: Voltaire in French left page, in English right page, to cultivate my garden. I feel climb in me energy explorer, an excitement of each moment, an extraordinary desire to move forward.
To be continued ...
