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A trip by subway and then goes

The other day I was to walk to the lake with Icarus Super.

Tired of his walk, my dog has preferred us to go back underground. The underground part

the lake through the downtown (my sentence) and brings us into the heights of Lausanne.

We installed the two side by side, Icarus Super pitched a nap, so I have no witnesses who can attest to the veracity of what follows. Too bad.

Upon our arrival in the car, a couple consisting of a woman in her fifties (F1) and a much older woman (F2) took place in front of our headquarters.

F1 posed between her and her companion a dog basket, small basket quilted plaid that moved from time to time, or bounced compulsively. I guess the blanket over pilou there should be a small dog, like its fellow in front trying to sleep.

I watched these two women, and immediately I felt they were of the same family. A vague resemblance to their clothes or I-don't-know-not-too-what in their posture eventually convince myself.

I watched a little while, and I drag my left ear to know the contents of their discussion, which inspired a little gloomy atmosphere of the car.

I resume the dialogue here, more or less approximate because the memory s'embrume a bit.

F1: "Frankly, I will never have. You know I never liked the changes. I should insist. But it took that Lucienne gets involved and is the result. A horrible cut he n 'There are no other words! " I watch carefully

F1 and I notice immediately his cup.

A species of cloth of human hair, a mop of stringy an indefinable color serves as a hair salon.

F2: "This is not the same as usual, but it's not as bad as you imagine, my dear. Apart from the fringe that is slightly too long, the cup is the same as those the other time. "

F1 increasingly angry: "But not at all please. You're still the same, always seeking to blunt the corners. It's ugly and that's it, I should not have to pay, I have asked for compensation, if only I listened to sometimes. It's like this since I was born, I spend my time listening to you. I'm telling you, it'll take months to grow back in the summer it can be can walk without dying of shame. "

I offer a smile to F1 because I am quite of his opinion, his cut is awful, I'm that close to him say, because frankly I do not know who her hairdresser, but I Notice he did not licensure. I wanted to advise him my good hairdresser, make up for the shot.

She noticed my smile and makes me.

She speaks to me:

F1: "You do not have this kind of problem, is not it? Sure! While we can not afford any let go otherwise it's a disaster: the nodes, a real calamity ... time is lost in the crazy brush. And the two in one shampoo is not given, it is the least we can say. Obviously with the short hair was not to worry about such details. "

I am a little taken aback: I certainly hair short, sometimes even a glass of playmobil, but then to say that I have short hair, there is still a step should not be crossed.

A little annoyed, I am silent.

Icarus Super snores beside me, and I pretend to take care of him to relax a little the atmosphere and save time. As a courtesy I leave a drag:

"Sure, yes ..." But I

reviews, decided to uphold the few women who pride inside me suddenly:

"But you know, when I go to the same hairdresser every month, because even if they are SHORT need to be maintained and brush ... besides, if you want I can tell you the show in which I travel, which is very chic and cheap! they come on top of that to catch any failure, I assure you ... "Et toc!

Our stop is approaching and obviously we'll all 5 in one place. We stand, therefore, Icarus Super eyes glued point basket that moves too, but he is not paying too much attention.

F1 courteous replies: "Ah, but happy, you know young people sometimes have the best tips that we old ladies, is not it Lucienne?" she said, turning to F2. Lucienne thus that name is the old lady who smiled at me perky.

We are approaching the exit of the subway and I toss him the name and address of my barber, I shoot the deputy advised him to call Linda, the best of all.

F1 Lucienne asks to remember.

Just when a poodle jumps from his little basket to stretch their legs, F1 wonder: "And tell me, is that they also cut the claws in your living room? Because Poupoune blunts the little, you know she is old and little walk on the concrete, his nails grow at an incredible speed ... and if on top of that they clean their ears, so I'm all ears! "

is where I see the poodle Poupoune, which has a fringe and a haircut completely absurd, it looks like a feather duster clipped in places.

Lucienne takes her in his arms and continued to smile at me unfazed. I

luis ensures that they offer all the care imaginable, nails, ears and tail even if it drags on the ground, they care. And

digress a rapid pace by making them a little wave of the hand, followed by my short-haired dog, Icarus Super.

This is another opportunity missed it to be silent.

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I'm in Solothurn

I'm dying of cold, immolate downright cold, I know: over there there's not even duck, for cons there is a river of birds without webbed encircling the beautiful old city, fair hair cell where the festival takes place. There is a moisture to banish forever the mini-wave of the city, coupled with a cold poulaire.

I see some of Docus and movies that no one has seen outside of these few lost souls who are most projectionists in movie studios, post production (subtitles included). I'll booze in the bar and really nice restaurants where we partied till dawn (This is because of the cold: no one dares to go out at midnight, so there's a crazy world and everybody is happy to be warm with good company ...) and probably meet the man my life in the person of a bartender from a hick town in Swiss German (Appenzell) that I will never see (I'm kidding here, I want to come across as a man to specialize in meteorology in residence forced on the north side of the Gobi desert).

A miracle happened this year, for some reason (thank you Xavier!): I received a startling amount of invitations. And since the days most are accrued on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, I will not bother: the more that I am no tomorrow, Sunday and Monday morning I returned because it does not need a magnifying glass I important appointment. I love

Solothurn Film Days . I amuse myself like crazy every time.

So I prepared my bag with my little tiger coat, Patruc come Monday we will be exchanging our rooms at the hostel the coolest of the earth (frankly their buffet breakfast, j 'in dreams for months), and I'm going to see some friends and friends lost sight, people are much more prolific than me, and we will exchange news, me with my mimine contrite I'll argue that things are going really well, as the film progresses, failing to have continuity in dialogue and I have music that the composer than foreseen is the most talented in the world and that we enter the year of pre-production. Xavier (my producer) is there since Thursday (opening day of days), he deals with many things, so I guess we will just be the night for a little fun and dance, but maybe even not.

So here we find ourselves on Monday. I leave you, I have a breath of fresh air to take.

I programmed a small stuff for tomorrow, a post about a lady and the hairdresser and I will follow any comments using my i phone, packed between a martini and the other, I may even respond, who knows?

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A moment of solitude

I was going for a walk so I took a bus that was supposed to bring me safely. The bus being

desert ( surprising, perhaps even suspected in t) I had to get up and ask the driver with information.

Me: "Sir, can you tell me where do we go?" As

unfamiliar to the area I should have taken the trouble to consult the route to the bus stop (airhead) but I forgot.

I was a little worried to miss my stop, here is the reason behind my question hazardous.

The driver, very conscious of his enormous weapon maneuvers ( a bus with two floors beautiful like a truck! ) doing at the time of my speech was slow to respond a little bit.

I repeated my question. He gave me a sidelong glance, and continued his work ( yeah, he did not think to stop the bus to meet me, maybe it's the only thing normal in this period that seemed to last an eternity ed.)

Driver "Oh my poor lady, with Libya, the hostages, the tile is falling on the head with this bastard Bidiu (j 't have the honor, you know you ?), which is the disgusting lounging behind their desk at UBS, Haiti and all Tantouin the crisis, the rents go up, not to mention health insurance to the con, and TV? ooh you do not even speak. I really do not know not where you go, my poor girl! the lam disgusting I tell him that bastard, that's it. But where does one go, you can tell me? "

That's when I decided to get off the bus and continue my merry way on foot. It was a great moment of loneliness .. ..

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How I nearly died of cold and pain

Earlier, during my little break "convalescence" I I decided to start smoking again. A passion to cigarettes took me by the throat, stomach, head, and trembling hand could no longer type on my keyboard obsolete (why obsolete? Because the association of these two words I like many) a single word.

I'm dressed for the occasion, ie + jacket military jacket, scarf and hat not to mention my beautiful red fluorescent blocks. And I put on my winter boots to keep me and frostbite on his feet. Courageously and I came out my way with a sure and certain in the direction of the Italian grocery located at the corner of street. Important detail attached to my right hand and a leash at the other end Icarus Super Dog snow, very distinguished in his raincoat thicket.

With all the care in the world I'm so fed and approached a cheerful but not flickering (after all those days in bed I lost my motor skills): I already saw the solution to all my problems of addiction approaching fast.

was not counting with the assassin who serves as a companion dog. This idiot saw a dog in the distance and found nothing better to do a swerve followed by a terrible acceleration on ice.

I slipped on the floor, and saw my life pass. For a few tenths of a second I thought flying, I saw my dad, I saw myself baby, I recognized my mother very young and I took a plane headed for u unknown country. Then I stupidly fell to the ground with all my flat, my weight (46kg recently) and I stayed together, without moving what seemed like an eternity. Meanwhile the murderer licked my face and hopped around my body lying in the cold and icy.

Finally a sensitive soul approached me

"You fell?" " ... Not at all, that's how I go in town ... I crawled." , "No, but seriously said the young man you hurt?" "No, I well ...." and what he is retarded teenager? he squatted beside me and pulls me up to my feet!

I started screaming, asking him to stop immediately because it was above all that we ensure qu'acune open fracture of the spine would not jeopardize my life. Especially since my kidneys have also received their due and a suspect and stabbing pain on the side to dissuade me from attempting any movement. Needless to say, meanwhile, Icarus Super partying and that the newcomer because of its former strength mastiff (bulldog French from his mother !!!!) I hung in its tracks.

At this point, I hesitate between:

1) cry and that's all

2) cry and call my love for him to come in faster

3) cry and let go of the dog for it is done by scribbling a truck mounted the busy avenue, at a speed not permitted by the rules of the road, as I type.

4) begging the young man to call an ambulance and explain that in the fall I had permanently lose the use of my right kidney (I remind you that I suffer from a large kidney infection for some time) and at the same time both of my legs (I will not complain, I have a kidney).

5) cry

The young man turned out to be less andouille at first sight, he took my hand, the grocer who has followed the scene from the window of his business came running to see the damage. Meanwhile the young goat which nearly drove me paraplegic for life and held my hand still has even taken off his overcoat to keep warm.

Gradually we found together that all of my limbs and internal organs in place, my elbow was also where he had (for a few minutes I thought he had taken the place of clavicle, or worse than I was decked out with an Adam's apple) and I could-albeit with some difficulty to get up. While the shopkeeper was in charge of supporting me, holding me firmly under the arms, the young man who handled the criminal in the excitement of the events had to pee.

A car stopped next to us and inquired about my condition, proposing nicely in the worst case lead me to the hospital. On hearing my heart jumped, I made an effort, as a human right and L I reassured everyone about my physical condition. And very worthily I returned home with my dog and without cigarettes.

Ps: At a time when I write I have bruises and aches mainly the right side of my body. A lot of dog (this is the case to say) at the elbow and buttock, but the kidneys are fine.

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Poop invisible Mr. Guyon

Mr. Guyon Gaspard is a man of keen mind, an advanced age he retains all times a sense of shared wonder: what makes it endearing, despite his bad faith and bad temper. We met last week to hospital emergency, our beds were separated by a curtain and I had every opportunity to hear the conversation he had with himself, with staff and still one that concerned him. As chance would we re-croisions Friday during my stay in the observation unit where again we were almost neighbors. But for almost all days my stay in this unit it was the exhibitionist and pretended to be dead. He only ate dessert and was reluctant to take medication. He even ran away once, but he quickly caught up.

This is one of the episode on which brightened my first day emergencies. Kidney pain prevented me from laughing, but her heart was there.

Mr. Gaspard is sometimes lying on her bed in her nightgown, but it never lasts long. The nightdress is concerned that the hospital provides, with an opening in the back. Personally I kept my underwear and have managed to reach the small press stud located at waist level. While Mr. Gaspard has obviously taken literally the words of the nurse. He undressed. Completely and did not reach the small button pressure. And as he bored in bed alone, sometimes-very often he gets up and comes to say hello to his neighbors, or else he chatted with the nurses behind the counter, my box located at front desk Nurses, I admire every opportunity Mr. Gaspard, in the simplest unit cell side. And see that this old man is all that is most uninhibited. When walking with his shirt open at the back you'd see a giant butterfly. Systematically

nurse returns to her bed, despite the remonstrance shown by the patient. Together eventually find a compromise: they install a wheel chair at the entrance of the box of Mr. Gaspard, so that it can observe what is happening in the corridor if it rises more. He stands so straight as an I, supported by his cane near her chair, and discussed. With whom? I do not know.

Finally a young nurse arrives and tells him that he must go to stool.

"A seat? Oh no then! me the horse I like them cooked, I do goes nowhere at this hour ....!"

"No sir, do not you ride in the saddle, but you go poo!"

"Really? no, I think not ... I do not want there ... "

" But I must. And I'll lead you to the toilet, it you really do not flush as it should so I can see your stool to check that there is no blood. "

" So there it is the first time I poop a girl ...."

"No sir, I'll leave you alone, you're shit, you go to stool, and you call me when you're done."

"Why? You really are a funny girl, you. You said, I think ... and not very well fleshed on top of that ... my faith ..."

"For me to see your stool ... Sir Guyon is important."

"... and if I want to?"

"... and Ben is the same price. If you want to cure and from here, I must. You are here for emergencies, because you have an ulcer, so I have to control your urine and your stool. "

"Oh! But my ulcer is not my shit is in the belly ...."

The nurse caught him gently and led him to the toilet located a few meters from his box.

Time passes.

Time keeps passing, and the nurse a little worried. She approaches the bathroom door, calls again and finds the same time the door is closed. I learn that this is not a problem because obviously it has a password.

"Sir Guyon? Everything okay?"

Still no answer.

The girl takes out his key and opened the door. It introduces

head into the small toilet.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was on the point, you stopped me on my swing, now must start all over again! "

" Why do not you answer? "

" Because I was shit! "

" Super. "

She closes and you hear the lock turn behind her.

Again the time password.

emergencies are uncommon today, and quiet.

So we could hear the noise problem without hunting from the toilet.

Mr. Guyon comes out, all gay and cheerful.

The nurse stands in front of him in the background is barely visible in the noise of water flowing ends.

"You're flushed!"

"Yeah, I'm still not a pig!"

"I asked you not to flush, so I can see your stool!" Mr. Guyon

Gaspard was already half installed in his bed, because he says he is cold and sleep.

The nurse monitors.

"Sir Guyon, he'll have to redo your poop!"

"Oh no, it's me once a day since forever, will have to wait!"

"But ??!!! I was watching your stool, Sir Guyon, I told you!"

"Ah ... but if you really want so I'll describe my shit, oh la la ...

so it was like shit, a little ....."

The nurse is already behind the counter and held his head between his hands .... she can not hear the description of Mr. Gaspard droppings.

Me yes.