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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