The truth is, shadow.97, that today we still live in the era of cheap oil. For some reasons, I went to Rungis today, it took me one and a half hours to drive 25 km. With a bicycle, it wouldn't have been longer, quite probably. But in the Paris region, practically nobody is using a bicycle. There is too much traffic, it's make it too dangerous. And driving a car in here, well, it's a rodeo. Once again, I stumbled upon some Syrians in Villejuif, begging right in the middle of the traffic jam. I'm almost certain they are indeed from the Middle East, I mean, there are some Muslims in France, but most of them aren't dressed like them, with long dresses and headscarves. In a normal world, I guess they would not want to be there.
At least some of them seem happy. They are here with their family, like this woman, porte de saint ouen. Personnaly, I have practically no more family, and sometimes I'm wondering if I will ever have some children. If it's to raise them in a world where they are not sure to find a job, or be happy, well, what's the point. I know what humbert will say, that I'm too pessimistic. I was not like that 15 years ago. I was full of hope. But I feel I've aged 20 years. I constantly have dark circles under the eyes. Even Maher would not want to marry me (I wouldn't ask him to shave his beard, I promise). I wouldn't mind marrying a man, but sexually speaking, besides a kiss, well, I would be ill at ease (Maher is going to think I've really gone mad). As for money, I'm pretty sure it doesn't make you happy. I've got more than enough, but it doesn't permit me to feel I'm useful.

PS: I did not take this photo.
Sometimes I wish I was alone, on a desert island, far from the pollution, and in harmony with nature. Maybe with Maher, you, and usman, and a few butterflies.