After having my good bye party with my closest friend and also by the way my 23rd birthday based on the « Ridicool » theme, which I don’t want to speak more about, I went to bed for my last night in a known land
I woke up at 4am, got dressed, kissed for the last time my tender and sweet lovely Luna (my cat) and was taken to the Marseille airport by two friends and my sweetheart. On the road, I had plenty of time to think about my motivations for this trip. And I was reminded me what my parents were saying to me: “Nowadays, speaking English is primordial”, I had the feeling to have been the victim of a brainwashing exerted during my childhood by my parents. Hopefully it is not. I believe!
Anyway, once in front of the gate, time for the heartbreaking farewell had come. I was kissing my darling when she has suddenly been reached by some demonic power which incites her telling me the last words I will hear on this French land:”Don’t do anything stupid”. I still don’t understand the meaning of those words today!
The two flights went well (change at Paris) except that the stewardess proposed me some British biscuits. Once in Southampton, I took a train marvellously expensive and slow up to Bournemouth, from where I travelled to my hotel in a taxi which seemed to be going in the wrong direction.