je dis pas que j'en ai pas, c'est un autre sujet.
en être un, ça implique avoir une vitesse d'action impressionnante. par exemple, une capacité à claquer 300€ en 5 minutes pour une paire de grolles laides en tissu estampillées petit cheval ridicule, qui mourront bêtement au 2ème kilomètre parcouru. et encore, 5 minutes, y avait du vent.
pourtant, j'ai réussi à partir en vacances hein. pour autant qu'une paire de baskets petit cheval ridicule. bon, une paire et demie, voyons large.
quand même, après les résultats des examens de mai, j'ai décidé de voyager un mois, puis travailler le mois suivant.
holidays then work; sounded like a good ol' deal.
i felt like travelling a bit, but i wanted to earn a little bit of a living too.
so by the end of june, i headed off to belgium first, to pay a visit to my darling. i was to see liège, bruges (or brugge) and bruxelles (or brussels). i truly liked bruges (or brugge), all those adorable little canals, those places filled with history, the cutest marketplace ever, the campanile...
(Brugge's campanile)
(Brugge's canals)
(Brussels' Grand'Place)
oh, and those awesome waffles. if i had believed in any deity i would have happily let it damn me for another one of those.hey, i don't drink alcohol, i need to compensate the pleasure of a good beer with that of an excellent strawberry/chocolate/whipped cream waffle.
alright. after these waffly meditations, i headed back to france for the eurockéennes de belfort, and man what a great week-end that was.
rock baby rock. anyway, i cannot just pass by like that without mentioning how much fun we had. by we, i mean my cousin, her old bx (a car which, thank goodness, she got rid of recently), sebastien, guillaume, reynald, cyril, jérôme, nicolas, the guys from switzerland... that was one hell of a camping week-end! i'll never forget how the Swiss brought their meat to our campfire and improvised a barbecue. this year was by far better than 2006, mostly because of a major improvement: we had cars. this gave us the opportunity to roam a bit around the area, go to the mall to buy some supplies, to a lake for some (sun)bathing, and to belfort to see the lion and the citadel; i had been there already for the FIMU in 2007 (if it wasn't 2006?... so long ago...) but it was a pleasure to go back to that wonderful town. and the concerts, ah, the concerts! some i awaited, some i discovered. tricky gave us a marvelous performance, along with slipKnot, yuksek, gojira (BOOONNNNSSSOIIIIIIRRRRR!!!!! ahem, bonsoir.), les wampas (pogoing on a chair??) etc etc... then we also had a hell of a time leaving, because the bx' starter was dead. so we used the boys to push that fat-assed baby, which eventually started going. on the road we were almost out of gas and we kept losing the brakes... that car wanted us dead! but we arrived safely anyway, on the 6th of july, leaving me just enough time to catch my plane, along with my significant other, to rome.
(Piazza Navona)ah, roma. the moment i set foot there i knew i was gonna like that town. i was wrong. actually i loved it; the narrow streets, the fountains, the forums, the ruins, the cats, the gelati (omg ice creeeaaammm), all this created a very unique atmosphere. i don't know how much i've walked though. i guess something like 15km, for a minimum. using the public transports, however funny that was (everyone arms up it's a roller coaster!), wasn't as good as walking, and when you're in such a place and pieces of history are being flung at your face from everywhere, you don't realize that your feet are begging you for a break and calling you all sorts of names. well the last bit is normal, since feet aren't yet known to have a mouth.
(The Colosseum)there's one bad thing about rome. I GAINED 2KG THERE AND CAN'T GET RID OF EM for feckin jeezes sake! /end girly yeesh-kebap-sticks mode.
it's my fault: i just got so enthralled by the taste of pizzas al taglio, awesome pasta and (mostly) straciatella ice cream (i had at least 1 big gelato per day for a week...), that i just stopped bothering about my fat and ended up fatter than i was already. still that didn't help my chest in getting less flat, but i'll soon need 2 chairs to sit on. alright, i might be exaggerating a bit, 49kg isn't that fat, but i'm already complexed at a sufficiently high level, so i may not want to add another source of shame.
(The forum)Of course, apart from the remains of the great roman empire, there was another bunch of stuff to look at: baroque fountains (the 4 rivers fountain and the fontana di trevi were my ultimate favourites), that ugly meringue-like monument to vittorio emmanuele II (that guy had some talent at settling bad taste in the middle of the town), and of course, THE ULTIMATE LOONY BIN, vatican city. yeah, i state here and now that these guys are almost as insane as the muslims.
(The fontana di Trevi)
(The fontana di Trevi)go throw a fatwa at me, you crazed assholes, i don't care, gotta die of something in the end anyway. so, where was i? ah yes. vatican city has an absolutely wonderful museum, with beautifully high entry fees and an awesome collection of cockless male statues. i mean damnit, FOR ONCE WE GIRLS HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT YOU HAD TO CUT IT OFF!!!! of course, women had their boobs nice and round and visible. pervs. maniacs. i'm off to buy playgirl.
there. feels better already. of course, from a literary point of view, it's pure dogshit, but if you just look at the photos... mrawr.
(The piazza san Pietro)
(The piazza san Pietro)well, i have to say that the piazza san pietro looks fine; could welcome one hell of a metal concert. take, i dunno, rammstein, and get em to play there. you get the greatest musical event ever! but of course it wouldn't be suitable for the sect headquarters that lie nearby.
(The piazza san Pietro + the basilic church san Pietro)
(The piazza san Pietro + the basilic church san Pietro)as for the basilica san pietro, i'm sure that if they had had common sense, they would have sold half a dozen of those ridiculous chubby angel statues and fed a few villages in africa, for a change. of course, it's very impressive to think that artists have been paid to lose their time in there. that place is freakily gloomy (not ONE statue or painting shows even a start of a smile!!!) and dark. so i just went out and headed off to the museums, and of course, the sistine chapel.
said chapel really deceived me. i thought i'd arrive in a luminous hall with all the paintings on the walls well displayed, and michelangelo's genius exposed for everyone to see.
nope baby. not a chance.
(Judgement day in Sistine chapel)it was even darker than san pietro; it was hard for me to see my feet! the place was crowded with tourists (of course), and guards whose job were to take your camera away if you tried to catch a shot of a painting(son of a bitch! i managed to keep mine) without the flash, or try to take you outside because you weren't covered enough (with clothes, of course, what were you thinking you little distorted perv).
(A bit of ceiling in Sistine chapel)
(A bit of ceiling in Sistine chapel)so yeah, the ambiance was shitty, along with the lighting. plus you had the impression of having come a long way to see a marvel of art and technique, for nothing.
besides, i didn't like the global look of the thing. if you look at the paintings one by one, some of them are even beautiful... but there are way too many of them crowded together in a small area, so the general look of that chapel is detestably kitsch.
so there. honestly, if you go to vatican city, stick to the museums if you don't wanna get sick. go there, and when you stand next to a "sister" that is surely not yours, or a guardian, or any of the lunatics that live/work there, look at any painting (preferably a beautiful one), or a statue like that of the laocoon which is most exquisite to look at, and say out loud HOLY FUCKIN HELL OF A MARY SLUT'S ASSHOLE THAT ONE LOOKS FREEKIN GOOD!!!! then run for your life.
or fart.
or make out with your mate.
or drink a can of beer and burp.
anything will do, as long as you record it and put it on youtube.
(The Laocoon)
and you've got to see one of the longest, thinnest (hmm...) and most interesting (hrrrrmmmm) parts of the museum, which is... (yes, yes, yeeees?) the hall of maps. (aww. okay.) it's absolutely wonderful; regions of italy, sicily and bits of europe are all finely represented on the walls, with towns and roads and everything known at the time when they were painted. it's really astonishing; plus their trompe l'oeil on the ceiling is very convincing. so yeah, let's get the hell outta popeland.
(Sicily on a wall)
(Sicily on a wall)im not gonna keep raving about how beautiful roma is; you got my point. i went back on the 13th only to leave again on the 14th to poland, for a tour with the orchestre symphonique des jeunes de strasbourg.
(A gate in Lublin)first, it was no easy task to get there. it took us 25h, by bus, to get to lublin. see a tiny, half faded mountain road in france? well, that's a national road in poland. good thing no one was claustrophobic, at least we didn't have any nervous breakdown to cope with. i saw some of the world's crappiest movies: mamma mia (i barfed), the devil wears prada (some girl pooped the script out), miami vice (porn with some shootings)... good thing that we got to watch the extended version of gladiator on the way back. so yeah, lots of vodka (zubrowka mostly) for all the drinkers that we have in the orchestra, and lots of me dragging them back to their beds with a bucket.
we started by visiting lublin, which is a lovely little town with a cute center... and ugly churches. well, they look fine from outside, but from inside...
and it's like that everywhere in poland. i have to say that altough the inhabitants are fine people, most of them are crazed catholic integrists. it's really, really scary. and they venerate Karol Józef Wojtyla, there are photos and statues of him everywhere. of course, you can't enter those weird places, even for a concert, if you're not covered enough, if you wanna drink something cause you're dehydrated from the heat outside, or if you're in hypoglycemia coz you didn't eat properly (no, cabbages+potatoes+breaded meat isn't a good meal, no matter how often you have it, aka all the time in that crazy country). i've got nothing against polish people, it's just that i would have liked to be respected as a convinced non-believer and not treated like a hapless skank.
after a few days in lublin and a great day in kazimierz dolny, a delightful village 40km (2h by bus) away from lublin, we headed off to krakow, where we slept in a hoStel (our secretary knows the difference NOW) and saw the most beautiful town in poland. they're getting the rights to settle a hard rock café right next to the cathedral (below), but for now they just have a shop; apparently the restaurant will open in mid september. 
(Krakòw's Rynek, aka marketplace, aka main square)
(Krakòw's Rynek, aka marketplace, aka main square)we also spent an afternoon in warszawa, but the city is really awful to look at. it's just a bunch of grey square buildings. a tiny old town remains, it's the only place in warszawa where you can actually see tiles on the roofs, so it's easily noticeable. they do have a hard rock café there though :)
(Warszawa's Hard Rock Café)
(Warszawa's Hard Rock Café)we also visited the human slaughtering camps, auschwitz and birkenau. i wasn't sad there; i was disgusted, and that visit comforted me in thinking that humans can never be trusted. it felt strange going there and actually seeing the place where it all happened. many of our musicians couldn't stand the overwhelming atmosphere there.
(The entrance of Birkenau) to cheer up, we then went to wieliczka, to see the salt mines which were very impressive. after all that and a concert in warszawa, we headed off to a palace hotel named wojanow, in southern silesia next to a small town called jelenia gora; we were invited to stay at that wojanow palace by wroclaw's philharmonic orchestra. we were supposed to play in the park in front of the castle, but when we started rehearsing, a tornado+thunderstorm decided that it was the right time to pass by and try to kill us all. the polish climate has a certain sense of humor...
(Wojanòw Palace)
we still managed to play for a small but enthusiastic audience under a veranda, an hour after that storm; of course there was no more electricity/heating/warm water whatsoever, so we had a huge candlelit dinner, heated with a barbecue fire that worked just fine. after that we finally headed back to france; it only took us 15h to do the way back this time, since we were way closer to germany.
(Wojanòw Palace)the next day i took a train to st raphael, côte d'azur with my boyfriend WHO IS THE BEST GUY ON EARTH ARE YOU HAPPY NOW. i'm pretty proud of having done absolutely nothing productive during that week, apart from turning 19. doing nothing is great, especially when there's a pool, beaches, an astonishingly clean sea, the sun shining all the time (except at night, duh), and a sweetheart :).
(Sunset over Saint Raphael's docks)
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