The Belgian Guy Who Went to Funland “Don’t go alone to the hole in the ice.” Pt. 1: France Suffering from a headache due
by the footsteps of the others
go to the Paris were couples, head
to the lack of sleep, I looked up
that went there before them. The
over heels in love, are dancing in
from my phone when I noticed in
sparkles in their eyes show that
the small paved alleyways. Instead,
the corner of my eye a group of
this pack still believes in the Paris
they went to the Paris full of trash.
Asian tourists strolling through
that was advertised to them by the
Swallowing the last bite of my
the terminals of the Charles de
travelling agencies in their home
baguette with cheese, I put my
Gaulle Airport. While following
country. Though, as soon as they
phone back in my pocket and start
the swarm with my eyes, a feeling
step a foot out of the terminal, the
moving towards the security gate.
of antipathy starts to grow inside
image of the paradise where the
What have you gotten yourself
of me.
smell of fresh bread is perfectly
into? Those were the last words
woven with flowers swaying on
my dad shouted after me when I
People are herd animals, always
a mild breeze will start to crum-
got on my train towards the air-
doing what others do to get ap-
ble. In a few days they will be on
port. Well dad, I will do whatever
proval of the majority. Without
a plane to their next destination,
makes me happy, and no one can
thinking, following a trail flattened
disappointed because they didn’t
stop me from doing so.
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