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Café de Flore & Les Deux Magots, Paris, France
Currently I’m living in a very real world. You know, that one where you bring down the trash in the morning and discover a dead mouse in the basement even before having breakfast. That one where you spend as much time in the library as you can expect of your body and soul to bear (actually I keep on underestimating them on purpose). To sum up, I’m trying to get my shit together and...
I always assumed that people who are bored, start to deal with maths. So when I got bored the last time, I calculated a little myself. I counted the days from my arrival here in Paris to my planned return to Leipzig and determined the middle et voilà: It’s today! (As you can see - no big mathematical magic happened here, I wasn’t as bored as other people.) However, half of my time...
I hate Paris
never longer than 48 hours. Because no matter how ugly it was it showed me or how shitty things were it put me through, within 2 days it makes them forgotten. It seems as if every single bad thing is compensated by incredible beauty (in one of its many ways to be sensed) afterwards. Whatever love-hate was meant to be, I got it with this city.