"Reverse Mammoth Transsib" kryzzo's Profile

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The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, "Where the heck is my ROOF?!?"
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In many years, when I shall look back on the life I had, I might wonder about the events which brought me to me to this place. Maybe, at that precise moment, I shall be a herdsman in Pyrenees, a breeder of tortoises in Madagascar, or a tuk-tuk driver in Bangkok?

Shall I be under the shadow of an apple tree, the blade of a grass in the mouth, taking a nap near my sheeps? Their bleatings would be rocking me. A gentle breeze would touch my face while a ladybird would return by a hole of my pierced trousers. I would wake up suddenly, the spirit filled with doubts contemplating this life maybe strewed with errors and bad choices. Isn't my Master's of Science folded in eight under the foot of the kitchen table to stabilize it...

I would then leave my herd; go down to the village; and would enter the cyber-bistrot. I would settle down in front of a computer and type http://www.chez.com /kryzzo... A reassurance then would invade me. Then, as every other day, I would go to a terrace table, a glass of Pastis in the hand, and I would say to myself, contemplating my meadow: " you are a herdsman certainly, but at least you can say that you lived ".