Bonjour, girl!

The first week in Geneva is almost over and I’m…..more or less exhausted. Although I really cannot complain. My music is cool, there is a pole I can use when I like and I’m more at ease with my surroundings this time (or perhaps I’m just in a good mood today because I treated myself to an enormous latte and walked around with it looking at art for an hour). Of course there is that damn lunchbox I have to hold forever and carefully lift myself down from but all that will be fine by thursday.

Since I spend more time alone here than I normally do, I’ve also had a chance to stop and just think. Mostly about random stuff, like how good it would feel to wake up one morning and have forgotten all about your past and who you are, why the french language often describes things by defining what they are not (ce n’est VRAIMENT pas bien), how to survive in a city where supermarkets close on sundays and whether or not it is nuts to agree to cross the Atlantic and another continent with a bunch of nuts – in extension: am I nuts? But also things with higher risk potential and more layers [LOL: the french keybord makes a z where the y is, and I accidentally wrote 'lazers' which I found pretty hilarious], you know, unexpected radical life changing decisions and such. But there is a time for that and it will come later, right now I must face Geneva again for a stroll down to the Rhône with my camera… And so I say:

Bonjour, girl! – there must be more than this provincial life.