incomprehensible flick and kebab night.
I went to see "En Avant Jeunesse", but when I reached the ticket counter, had an impulse change of decision, and bought a ticket for Straub-Huillet's "Ouvriers, Paysans" (Workers, Pesants). It was essentially (of what I gather) texts from an Italian utopist novelists being read by actors facing the camera in a forest. I dozed off for the first 5-10 minutes and spent the remainder of the film either daydreaming, or trying to keep pace with the subtitles. I was glad when it was finally over. Infact the film was very much like "Ces rencontres avec eux". Funnily the cinema was packed and people seemed quite absorbed in the film.
I then bought a kebab and sat in front of the square in front of the Notre Dame (which apparently the shameless fellows have renamed to Pope John Paul II square). I started getting the feeling that I was in a lost battle - cornered. But had to keep fighting, while realizing fully well that all I had to do was surrender and accept that I had been defeated. Because accepting defeat would only give temporary relief. Then would be the part where I would have to live with defeat.
I read on my way in the metro and missed two stops. it added about 15 minutes to my trip in all. I also lost the Egyptian banknote which I was using as a bookmark.
I then bought a kebab and sat in front of the square in front of the Notre Dame (which apparently the shameless fellows have renamed to Pope John Paul II square). I started getting the feeling that I was in a lost battle - cornered. But had to keep fighting, while realizing fully well that all I had to do was surrender and accept that I had been defeated. Because accepting defeat would only give temporary relief. Then would be the part where I would have to live with defeat.
I read on my way in the metro and missed two stops. it added about 15 minutes to my trip in all. I also lost the Egyptian banknote which I was using as a bookmark.