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a typical week

il fallait imperativement que je sois a londres ce soir. j'ai mis plus de 3 mois a caler ce rv et il etait essentiel que je sois la, mais impossible de quitter le bureau a temps pour cause de TC a reporter sur la matrice. in clear, waiting till 1am or 2 in the morning (hence the 'note') that the editor has the final cut for loop remate 2h document that I know by heart and carefully note the name of each person intervenes with the timecodes (minutes, seconds, frame) which then terminates everyone starts talking. nb: there are over 50 pages of interventions.
needless to say I paid a fortune for tickets for Eurostar or exchangeable or refundable ... and then I made a joy at the idea of spending a night - really - to party, even if that means having to go through the first morning train to arrive at the office worn out, broken voice, spirit fogged and hair stinking of cigarette ... I deg. deg
anyway, because I shower at the office, it does not change much ...
ah yes! because I take my shower has tf1 now!

this weekend, the counter of the apartment that I rent has jumped. I think I never said this sentence before, anyway it was a terrible experience.
I went crying into the petticoats of the grocer downstairs from me (I sympathize with that because it has a corkscrew and not me ... and as I have often resulted bottles ... )
he introduced me to the dark world of "differential circuit breaker" ... nothing to do with the "disruptor dimensional" And of Dude! It is my body or , I already asked.
roughly in small drawers in the counter are hidden "fuse" who each operate a jack on the apartment ... something of egg. on the good advice of my new friend I found light and heating, but the hot water tank has indeed made the soul ... he embarks on a vast history of resistance had taken the stone ... I mostly held it's been at least 20 years of shit machine that heats the water without any problem and she chooses stack the week or I am and where he is -8 degrees to fall behind. bitch.
as I have friends who are doing humanitarian work in corners or palms of Africa there is not even Spotify, I dare not complain but ... even when it's super gallery. I find myself a duty to take my showers at the office, which requires an organization discrete but judicious and causes anxiety for some of my colleagues.

Mounia and I share many commonalities: we all lived in NYC, we worked for Empty V, we love to travel, we have nothing to answer the question "and loves?!" Paris we sorry. .. but more importantly, we share a proverbial bad luck and we are completely unable to organize anything more than a week in advance. So inevitably, book tickets from October to spend the holidays together in Japan, it was too close to taunt the welfare ...
of queens "is-part-and-a-l'arrache we

-See-in-place "with plenty of time to lose in taf, they had the curiosity to take a look at the sites Japanese ryokan in Tokyo complete trains for the south west of Japan complete hotels with onsen (sources hot water) in Kyoto full ... So we look to get tickets to Bangkok or Singap, but it is more complicated than expected. and as Moun and I know not to panic, our attempts to plan a few our stay so slightly mad-end in laughter, imagining what the gallery will be on hand ...
I had the misfortune to tell her how my 'secret crush' was transformed into 'public crash' .. . Personally, my heart breaks but history has made it hilarious. ... siiiigh
good All this was without counting the fury of Murphy's Law was against us: our airline announced that it would strike the morning of our departure ... the phone, I was told that yes, in principle cancels our flight will be well but it is impossible for us to go elsewhere or another time as it is not official record ... 48 hours before departure ... the cellulose.

aside that, I just received an email from my mother who said, "I answered her cell phone but it cuts to the piano after a few minutes." the meaning of that phrase escapes me.

finally Delphyne and I are motivated to go and see Sourya Scratch Massive tomorrow night at Point FMR. coming?
there is a recovery de 'Ma Belle Evanouie' par Scratch Massive que j'aime beaucoup, mais je ne la trouve pas sur le net... c'est sur Enemy & Lovers. you should check it out if you dont know it : )


"Intro", The XX
"Baby Bitch", Ween

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Merci à vous

Just seen an irrepressible desire to show the face of love ...

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Thank you, my friends, for always being there in spite of our lives that are constantly changing. We maintain a relationship despite the distance and years, a link that we will have the opportunity to strengthen one day soon.

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Toi Mon hobby

My friend Perran gave me a beautiful and very expensive camera, so complicated to use that it took me six hours to read the instructions I had decided to seek inspiration from the example of my beloved to try my hand at photography. Here are my first shots acceptable, the model is my little sister, Toi.

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Distance ...

I share with you a picture that I sent Naima from his country. She is doing well, find friends left too long without news, they have fun and ... We had spoken to his family. I give him the care to speak, but she said it was surprised reactions affordable, then the whole, positive. I'm happy.

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"You should watch a video of the BB Brunes. it's that crappy pop band for 13 yrs old that is like really popular in France although they're so bad, and one of the guy - i think it's the drummer - is convinced he's in the Strokes, acting like cool with his sunglasses and shit, and then the other guy believes he's in the Ramones, like i'm punk and i'm so awesome!, and then the singer is convinced he's gorgeous.. they're really funny. I Do not Know Where the fuck Think They Are These People But It's amazing how THEY Have No Grip on Reality Whatsoever. "

phone Conversation With Alex.


" Summer Days "BB Brunes
(French kids responsible for the "new Parisian scene" Should Be Shot in the head.)

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stuff I Heard tonight

oh, it's beautiful. ... it looks like Les Halles

- but how did you do to pass the security a Bercy with rotten tomatoes?
- ben I was asked to lift his arms to search me, but nobody looks at what was in my hands ...

you do not even have guns to serve the coca?! but not is the nineteenth century here!

ah I have not said .. Monday night, I did not drink!

admit anyway that Oasis is better than Tony Ugly. you see that I am able to objectivity!

I did not watch the cartoons when I was young: we had no tv. I was born in Salt Lake City and grew up among Mormons. shit.

this guy was an icon of style and last time I saw him on stage he was in his pajamas - in PYJAMAS! - "Best of NBA. they should show it is in prevention campaigns against drugs ... coke is wreaking havoc.

no, no and no! I will not see Lara Fabian at Zenith and I will not see le film de Nicolas Hulot. je mets ca dans le meme panier.

- je devrais pouvoir aller voir Thee Oh Sees a LA le 22...
- putain...! et tu seras a Paris le 30 ? bon, ca va alors ; y'a une justice.


"Bob Dylan Blues", Syd Barrett
"Sallie Mae", T-Model Ford

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Satisfied or your money back

i genuinely love my friend Chris. he really is a wonderful person, and i've probably spent the best nights of my life with him, dancing like maniacs on counters, tables and dancefloors, redecorating nightclubs, singing along to some crappy hit songs in the street whilst drinking champagne from the bottle on our way home sometime in the morning, and so on, and so on. the kind of nights you cannot remember anything about; when it's a proper miracle when you happen to wake up in your own bed. quite frankly, i've never been this close to believe in god.

anyway. he's so peculiar when it comes to his drug that he'd rather fly internationally to the miami winter music conference with c. stick onto his balls than buying it from some guy he doesn't know. (a friend of ours made a video of him taking it off, knowing that he hadn't shaved beforehand... gotta put that on youtube one day. word.)

having said that, you'll understand where the following conversation comes from:

"ho-laaa!! hola, hola! ok so, this cocaina es mierda. no hay posibilidad que me pay for that shit, ok? i tried it, shit! ok? so, I Give You the shit cocaine and i want a refund, ok?
not possible? ok. so, this is what's gonna happen: grab i'mma the DJ's mic and talk to the crowd here, like 'holaaa! que tal?! attention please! cocaine here is shit! Do not buy it from this dickhead! "
yeah, yeah ... Better is that you give me my money back. ok, coool! graaaacias! "

so yay, Seems That Even drug dealers Provide some kind of customer service after all.
Not That Any interesting whatsoever it is But I cannot sleep and I'm unbelievably bored. So There you go.


" Yeah Yeah, Brian Jonestown Massacre
"Blow"

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Hari - has toothache, and is beginning to wonder if it has been an error of judgement to refuse to go to the dentist for the past twenty years.

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jetlagged

no matter how knackered i am, it's almost 5am and i cannot SLEEP. even sleeping pills don't help, which worries me a bit.

since i am incredibly bored i'm just gonna waste some more of my time here, telling you what an awful trip to paris i've had. oh, not that it was any surprising, really: my misfortune is world-recognized; my friends always make fun of me and that's the main reason why nobody ever wants to go on holidays with me. oh well.
i had an extraordinarily tiring week working on a documentary about "children in the world". that title encompasses the issue: the subject is HUGE and VAGUE.. and so were the guidelines from the directors. long story short: it was ten days of living hell.
shooting ended on thursday night, which gave me about 12 hours to pack (for an indeterminate period of time but that will be a minimum of 3 months..), clean my place, do the laundry, pay bills, put all the accounts i might have on hold, go to the bank, to the post office to get my mail forwarded, etc. etc. in other words, when i hailed a cab in the street, groaning under the weight of my bags, i was late, exhausted, stressed... and terribly depressed about going back to france.
i asked the taxi to drop me at penn station, where i could catch the NJ transit to go to newark airport. i thought it would be faster than driving there as the traffic was bad, but somehow this cab happened to get every single red light in manhattan. usually you only get a few of them and all of a sudden there's a whole series of green lights, but at this particular moment a police car and its deafening siren blocked the way and we got all the reds again...
penn station serves 600,000 passengers a day; it is the major rail station in new york city but weirdly enough, at 1pm on friday ALL escalators were out of order at the same time. (did i mention i had many bags?)
so yay, i carried everything to the NJ transit ticket machines, then to the platform, then to the train that took me to newark, only to find out that "exceptionally" the air train was not working and passengers had to get out and catch a fucking bus! with all my luggage!
cherry on top, since i've never been able to print an e-ticket - that involves far too much technology for me - i'm used to check the airline companies and terminals list that is always somewhere inside the air train... however, that was without foreseeing the conspiracy that was plotted against me that day. i would appreciate it if you could wait until i finish before calling me a paranoiac, thank you. from now on, kanye is the only person allowed to interrupt me. that's one of my new life rules. there you go.
the bus driver had no clue what the terminal for lufthansa was, so i had him waiting for me at every stop to go inside the airport, ask someone, and eventually go back to the bus and pick up my luggage. the guy really hated me, i could tell.
in case you don't know: newark airport is the worst airport in the world, not only because it is based in new jersey, but also because duty free shops there are shit, and there is nothing fun to look at. no cigarettes (those losers only had marlboroes and i hate marlboro fags, they taste disgusting), no make-up and no chocolate... the whole excitement about duty free shopping was ruined.
since i always forget to check in online and get to the airport kinda late, i had the worst seat in the plane at the very bottom (row #45 or something), and next to me was a couple that kissed aaaaall the way to germany. god, i hate couples. i suggested to the lufthansa survey to put them on hold along with babies, and let the cats and dogs be upstairs and enjoy the movies with us instead. i hope they'll do something about my request.
the aircraft did not move for ages. then someone might have suggested to the pilot that people were getting pissed off so he explained that you have to pay a fine when you land before 6am in dusseldorf (good to know) so he'd rather be an hour late and land after 6a as he was not willing to get fined. fair enough... i mean, i wouldn't have minded so much if my flight to paris was not leaving at 6:30a, really.
an other sleepless night, bad mood and crazy run at the airport to catch my other flight which, surprisingly, had been delayed.. ahahah!
maybe it was unfair to call newark airport the worst after all, coz that other terminal in dusseldorf airport was unbelievably crummy. unless you live on soda, forget about having breakfast there. and pray not to have to wait for too long as the only activity consists in hanging out between the soda machine and the restrooms... oh, you can also take a seat if you please, and even look at the rain by the window.

alien food served on board and very loud man next to me. arrived in paris where i discovered that my beloved *pink* suitcase Victoria (that's her name) had been seriously damaged... never mind: what's any other 30 more minutes to be watsed for a claim on a 13-hours trip? and then i got lost once again in CDG terminal B... that actually reminds me that i wanted to launch a petition against the architects of this maze so they'll get whipped or something.
anyway.. hooours later, i finally ended up in paris. i remember looking at the gloomy people and dismal streets whilst the velvet underground was played in my ipod. i saw advertising for ed ( http://www.magasins-ed.com / ) and for lara fabian's forthcoming show ( http://www.youtube.com/wat ch?v=Y_1jrHBj7mA ), and celine dion was on the cover of a magazine. i sat on a bench with tears in my eyes. it's such a strange feeling to be home in a city that doesn't make any sense to you, a place you don't belong to. i headed to a patisserie in a desperate need of 'eclairs au chocolat', and they were playing Raphael in there... this obnoxious french singer whose voice gives me the creeps and whose lyrics sound like a retarded 16 years old's philosophy dissertation. the french love him, don't ask..

it's 6 in the morning, it will get light soon. i think i'm gonna go for a walk.

these are gonna be three very long months.


" Dead Mantra ", the Dead Skeletons (genius!!)
"Microphone", Coconut Records
"Destroyed Fortress Reappears", Thee Oh Sees

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Clint Froehlich - has a hardcore mutual brocrush on scottie's new BF. she's jealous. however, if he tries to end my facebook marriage, i'll have to cut a bitch.

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Do not know When I'll be back again

i only just realized this was my last sunday in new york before quite some time, and that makes me really sad. paris brings me down so much; it feels like living half my life over there. there's no excitement, no energy, no creativity, no fantasies.. that city is so obnoxious as well.
today was such a beautiful day though. it was hot and sunny, new york typical bright blue sky; there was this flee market right outside my window and they were playing Bob Dylan's "Like a rolling stone" when i woke up. it got stuck on my mind all day!

in case anybody reads that blog, i'd like to apologize for not posting anything lately. i'm working like crazy on several different projects at the same time and i hardly find any time for myself. plus i gotta get ready to leave on Friday, Which really breaks my heart. Perhaps
That's the price to pay for freedom.

"Temecula Sunrise" Dirty Projectors
"Sheila", Morphine

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François Vogel - says the thief of his scooter (he is on facebook) that the left brake is a little soft, there is a oil problem and the topcase not close, but it is normal to press there and get away with it (see Figure 1)

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Sad song.

Days like this, or it rains all day, however, are rare here.

Martin spent three days in New York. Yeah, it's still nice not to pay its airline tickets ...!
Forces, after long hours of wandering in the rain, we ended up landing the Mars bar and talk about you, silly anecdotes, your cat, Regina, Seb, airplanes.
It appears that you always brought him what I was saying in my emails interminable makes me smile. It had fallen out at the time but neither he nor I had dared to tell you. He admitted having been drunk teeeellement to hear from me every time! Ah, well done!
(And did you see? I created a blog to do this more Spamer my mates. Well it's not the same, I preferred by far the emails but it seems that "everyone expected a Blog Tsss ... ... I swear. Thou read at least!?)
He also told me that there is still your voice you answerphone you. Frankly you kidding, Carole.

You know you're gonna have a Ginkgo biloba at the Buttes Chaumont just for you? "GOLDEN-me at the idea !!!", I hear from here. Apart from that, on returning home this evening I learned that Oasis had Split ...
Anyway, I was crying already.

It always rains. We miss you.

"D'You Know What I Mean"
Oasis "Wonderwall", Oasis

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Because Nico has nothing better to do.

At the urging of Nico, I just put the "comment" on this blog while hey, I'm reluctant ... At least he I seem to have enabled this option, but the settings here are a mystery impenetrable ... We'll see if it works.

I am hostile to Blogger is an austere character and deceitful.

short, Nico, because you're my only reader, I think I owe you many ca ... Enjoy!


"To Find Out", The Gories

Stomach Flu Is Gone But Still Feel Weird

Wanted.

During a stroll through the streets of Notting Hill, a friend and I bet if I found the sunglasses in the shape of big red strawberries with branches yellow, it would be forced to wear an entire day at the office without giving any explanation to anyone. (It occupies a position of responsibility in a large box wedged suit and tie in the hair-gel-attachment box ... Necessarily, if I wore those glasses when I work I do is Vice not even get out of the lot ...) That
5 years I am looking desperately to the spectacle around the world ... IN VAIN. I had two fingers to make a prototype in Malaysia ... except that it must control at least 500 pairs, and even if I tried to give all I am not sure my friends are cool enough to wear them.
short, if you see those glasses somewhere, lemme know.
Thanks!

"Gardenhead / Leave Me Alone", Neutral Milk Hotel

L.a. Fitness Cancelling

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Juliet Bailey - Exclusivity IS sooooo 2008

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Johann Hari - thinks the idea of a musical based on the Terminator is the greatest idea in human history.

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Saving the world and Timbaland With It.

it’s 4 in the morning and i only just finished my report.. i can’t believe it took me the entire night to write like 8 pages. let’s face it: i am getting OLD..!

child trafficking is a very intense subject.. in the past five weeks, i’ve seen/read the most shocking stories.. did you know that in Afghanistan, one in four children die before their 5th birthday? one in four...

there’s nothing i want more than being able to save the world but gosh! it is so fucked up.
i don’t know how much of a difference one can make, but in the course of my research i came across some amazing fascinating people who at least try real hard... and i’d like to list a few of their attempts here, in case you’d like to spare a few dollars on your fellow humanity : )

http://www.globalwitness.o rg/
http://www.solaceforthechi ldren.org
http://www.avonbrook.org.u k
http://www.akanyavoko.com/
http://www.reprieve.org.uk /
http://www.warchild.org.uk
http://www.tucsoncitizen.c om/daily/local/78346.php
http://www.motleyrice.com/ anti-terrorism-and-human-r ights/human-rights


on a completely different subject - coz i can’t get serious for too long... - i’d never noticed before that you can actually rank your music by genre on iTunes, like A capella, Acid Jazz, Acid Punk, Acoustic, Alternative, Alternative & Punk (i’ve got A LOT of Alternative & Punk), Alternative Folk, Alternative Pop, Alternative Rock, Ambient, Ambient Electronic, Avant-garde, etc., which makes so much more sense than by artist name, really. i mean, Timbaland must have felt so lonely stuck between Tim O’Reagan and Tindersticks for so long... i feel bad for him : S
there is also this genre called “Cult”, and i find the category title very amusing. i long for the day when someone tells me “yay, i’m making some Cult music, ya know..”
that would be so funny.

peace out.


“Body Language (physical music mix)”, M.A.N.D.Y feat. Booka Shade
"Lithium", Nirvana
(i know.. i was listening to very random stuff tonite..)

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Marina Garcia-Vasquez - is distracted by cute Boys

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Paola Messana - life is all about loving driving too fast, and looking for a job.

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au poulet et à la citronelle piment. Changement climatique

Ingredients

* 4 chicken thighs

* 1 shallot

* 2 tablespoons olive oil

* 6 stalks fresh lemon grass

* 2 peppers

* 2 tablespoons Nuoc Mam

* 1 / 2 can of coconut juice young

pepper *

* 1 / 2 glass Water

Preparation:

* Cut the chicken into pieces

* Cut the shallots and lemongrass VERY finely

* In a saucepan, cook shallots in oil then brown the meat

* Add the lemon grass, chili, Nuoc Mam, pepper, coconut juice and 1 / 2 glass of water,

* Simmer about 30 minutes

Serve with white rice

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: Dix-Sept millions de menaces Vietnamiens sun

" About 17 million Vietnamese could lose their homes if sea level rises a meter because of global climate change, "said Mark Lowcock, the English Department for International Development (DFID), in a report presented on February 5 Hanoi at an international roundtable on global climate change.

Vietnam, countries in developing and industrializing, " figure in the group of countries likely to be strongly affected by environmental problems caused by climate change, said Mark Lowcock. L 'one-meter rise in sea levels could submerge 12.2% of Vietnam's land and forcing 17 million people to relocate . "Climate change is already happening in Vietnam. On average, temperatures are rising each decade to 0.1 ° C. During the summer months, there is an increase of 0.1 ° C to 0.3 ° C / decade, "said Nguyen Khac Hieu, Deputy Head of Department of International Cooperation (Vietnamese Ministry of Natural Resources and Environment). The main reason rising sea levels is the release of gases into the atmosphere causing temperatures to rise (global warming). According to environmental experts, gas releases in Vietnam should be 2.3 times larger in 2010 that 'in 1994. In 2010, temperatures in Vietnam have increased from 0.3 ° to 0.5 ° C, the sea level of 9 cm and 33 cm in 2050, 45 cm in 2070. To face this problem, "the British government has committed to provide a grant of at least $ 500 million within 5 years to come," said Mark Lowcock. "

Vietnam has proposed measures to reduce its emissions of greenhouse gases," said Nguyen Khac Hieu. The country has also developed a project to recover waste gas from Rang Dong oil field, with a target reduction of 6.7 million tonnes of CO2 emissions in 10 years. A project that is appreciated by the international community.

In 2007, le pays des poursuivra ses projets de construction dans des villes et cuves biogas tỉnh, avec comme objectif d'un million de cuves ICI 2010 par les Pays-Bas financees.

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Send me

He has not seen in winter

Sun is red, peach plum Activity service

Saigon blue sky as high as glamorous

It Winter is wonderful Southern

Want me to send out a little sunshine

of workers plowing the cold War, workers transplanted

should just want to share equally sunny than that

There's love in earnest this

He understood the power reaching the spike train Through

cold day festival is still red flowers

As tree firm in cold

green tree I do hear you

When two same name in a dream

Two barns paddy land along the heavily

same season a happy day uniform

Over time he grips my heart

sun Send me, send me sunshine

Send warm sun on the hands

Bui Van Dung Saigon 12-1975 (music Pham Tuyen)

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Il pleut

J'aime déjà cette s'acheve Saison regulations, Durant laquelle l'eau du Ciel will deverse sur nous, pour soulager nous des chaleurs, but also to threaten us by reminding us what place we occupy in this world. Naima and I have many outlets in recent weeks, causing the surprised looks from our neighbors who thought only shelter, then we become a child laughing in the rain, crying when it suddenly became too strong and painful for us This was a season of love too, because our eyes were constantly on our forms molded clothes with sticky moisture. The tourists come in numbers, we go out less now because they are the ones who seem shocked by our love, while our neighbors accept us as we finally are. Naima learns to the kitchen with a grandmother named Tuen, she returned with an armful of pastries which we share some with children around, she returns with new insults and grossieretées apprisent tuen with mama. It rains less but life is happy.

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A Russian artist that my beloved made me recently after discovering that I was struck by a piece of a series called Shout. It is a photographic world in black and white, which creates a strange and unforgettable evenings particularly striking. I can only recommend to discover his work. MISHA GORDINI .

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Misha Gordin New Year holidays

was a long holiday this year that many people were waiting, I was surprised by the fervor and seriousness of the festivities city, unlike previous in which young people saw the celebrations as a Western celebration. Naima and I were in town, hand in hand, stroll without worrying about looks, it was a good week.

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Rencontre animale

It was a very strange encounter, unfortunately, these monkeys were already used to dealing with humans, but sensations from them were still there. A little worried at first, Naima and I discovered they were players, and pretended to be hungry! A very good time to dive past my eyes into theirs.