So after surviving the hectic traffic of Paris, we met our Slovenians under the Eiffel tower... uncomfortably surrounded by soldiers armed with machineguns for our 'safety'. Hanged around at the park, met various of people, desperately asking for a place to sleep. Without any succes, so we were forced to spend our night in the cars.
Next day we woke up pretty soon, got ourselves some tea and wandered through the streets of Paris, as what's supposed from tourists. With some delay I met Pieter at centre pompidou; meeting friends from Slovenia and Barcelona in Paris, there are no borders.
When the night covered the Eiffel tower, we had no place to sleep again. We asked some people again, but none of this worked out. I decided to sleep on the streets, so together with Neven & Chiel we wandered around finding some open doors. For some unknown reason this information centre for busses was not locked, so we sneaked in and got us a warm place to sleep.
Around 7am this dude walked in, and disappeared again. We gathered our stuff, and ran. I figured how to go on the metro for free, and together with Stephanie and Jure I escaped to visit Montmartre, to climb to the Sacré Coeur, 'cause we all know this is the best view of Paris.
Back at the venue, the dudes from La Quiete arrived and we hang out together. It's weird how we get used to each other so quickly. The venue was a boat, and it had an uncomforting atmosphere. The drinks were 5 euro, they had security guys checking for weapons, and the stage reached 'till my niples. This was not where we belonged to.
I was afraid to see La Quiete on this stage... but by the first chords I climbed up, and soon Slovenians & Belgians took over the stage. And oh yes, we made pyramids.
The show was over, and we said goodbye to our beloved Italians, with smiles on our faces. I couldn't care less where I slept tonight, so I spent the night at some construction site. The coldest night, but the best so far.
We woke up, try to wash ourselves and went off to the cemetry of Lachaise. After some falling asleep in the grass, I took off with Chiel to wander the surrounding streets. Later on we all met at the car, and headed for the venue for tonight's show. After our second GPS-attempt we achieved to get to the venue, what turned out to be some squat. We were all terribly tired, but Daitro played one of the best shows I ever saw.
This was the end, and we said once again goodbye to our beloved ones, knowing that we would meet again soon. Without any maps our directions we managed by trial-and-error to reach our homes, our own beds.
Paris was great — but since it was the second time i was there, I can say once you've seen it, you've seen it —, but I don't like the people. It seems they're indoctrinated by a culture of fear. Fear for the unknown, for strangers. They live in this multi-cultural metropole, with millions of inhabitants, and it seems they all live on their narrow isles. They have all these opportunities, but they neglect their existence. Maybe it's 'cause they don't have this rural culture as we have, where we need to bridge distances to satisfy our needs; where we are more dependend on others for our existence. Though not all of the peolpe I talked to were like this, but maybe it's just not a coincedence they all lived abroad for some time.
There's no way I could ever survive in cities like these.
I have lot's of thoughts rushing through my head. I need to figure them out, somehow.