"Mennecy, but if I ever heard, I had a friend there! What was his name, Bé, bé something ... Benoni, Benoni Pascal, oh, I do not even know if he is still alive, all the people I knew at that time are dead ..." - " Ah, it's very complicated, if you want to take the elevator, you have to climb to the fifth floor, then to the fourth down and walk up a narrow staircase down the hall up back to the fifth floor. "How many of those now missing were lost in the maze leading to my “Chambre de bonne” on the Boulevard Bonne Nouvelle? "Good news, we were still living, good news, you're the survivor in where we do not die completely! "How many have been my lovers, how many have hoped to be? "Hélène, you who wanted to see the old photos, I found a case full of it! And on the photos of this anniversary in the labyrinth of roofs, they are all there, those I compensated my family emotional deficiencies with. Max Atlani, Philippe Bovo, Heinz Mohr, Christian Gandillon, and the others in borrowed time, the traitors, the abusers of trust, you are all gone! Can we find such satisfaction in knowing that some are counting on you knowing that the ones you could count on are likely to eventually escape to your expectations?
Renouncement to safety.
I will leave Kathmandu to venture, without a credit card and with only three hundred dollars, just enough to survive for a month. Maybe I will look at the German Embassy tomorrow to see if my Eurocheques are used here. Kathmandu is a capital; everything will be easier here than in India. Even if the money goes missing there is no question of depriving me of the essentials, my fitted black velvet shirt is finally ready and I'll be able to give me attitudes of Jim Morrison in his heyday!
Kathmandu as if each image was the last and the cons-day of a temple in the navy blue sky of a cloudless night, a Nepalese singing in a raspy voice on his bike, police regularly hitting the red bricks ground with their stick...
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