mOz

mOz is very busy saving the world.

he will be back in a moment.

I found a polar bear in the mail box today.

Why do you take so much time to answer the phone?

Simply because I’m always doing something else. And slow down people, please!

I have a wondrous incomparable friend, equine connoisseur.

She sometimes looks at 43 degrees, charmly, up in the air, and you will ever wonder what is she thinking about.

Having been worked all day in a fashion saloon (a fashion saloon, YES) I was at a point of destruction, pondering carefully on the idea of suicide jumping into the Seine River (as in those romantic bridgefilms). But fortunately I had a rubber ring: my parisian appointment! And therefore I got finally free from my mad coworkers. I collected all my strength left and threw myself along the metro, but I was late, as usual, speaking about a ”theorical meeting time”. Exactly I was on a green line when something got wrong in the segment Place d’Italie-Bercy. When I woke up I found myself in a poor gallery under the Place itself. At that moment I received a text from her, suggesting to meet halfway on the platform (on the platform, YES). She was so kind and considerate with me, wasn’t she? I got out of the train and she was right there on a bench.

And she walked towards me.

He’s got his face on (maybe some day) famous T-Shirts !

We had exchanged a few texts, and I was waiting for him at the entrance of platform D, in Gare de Lyon. A quarter of an hour after our theorical meeting time, I received a text from him, saying he was in Place d’Italie (half an hour ago from Gare de Lyon but hey, the guy is Italian ^{no, Paola, please, don’t do that… No ! It hurts !}). We ended meeting halfway, on Quai de la Rapée platform.

That’s how it started, yes.

Paris is waiting for me.