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
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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