Sushis, a big TV to re-watch Gravity in HD and “Jose James”, whispering in my ears through my favorite headphones (QC15), kindly replaced by Bose three years after their purchased (guys… I could French kiss you for that). A great wedding, other sushis with precious friends, an Italian smile and a week and brain out of gravity, far from everything.
In 40 hours, I will be reading documents, catching-up with emails and talking with my colleagues, preparing an important month for Afghanistan. As if I had never left, except this quiet music in my mind. I love my life.
01 March 2014: R&G wedding guests trying to start fireworks, Divonne-les-Bains, France. [Click on the picture to enlarge it].
My glass is (re)filled with bubbles and my plate with seafood and sushis. Around me, posh girls or wannabes are pretending to have fun while I do, observing them, wondering how many hours it took them to put such a quantity of makeup on their face.
Later, another place and a DJ making a break, while imams in town are calling for prayer. Same crowd than before, facing proud skyscrapers and another round of bubbles, while I’m enjoying the music, wondering why I feel so in peace with myself.
23 January 2014: People taking pictures of the Dubai Fountain show, at the bottom of the Burj Khalif, next to Dubai mall, Dubai. [Click on the picture to enlarge it].
The difficulty here is not to jump from one place to another, from a war zone to a party in Dubai, but rather to explain it to people who have not experienced this kind of life. In the same way that I spoke lately about the notion of normality, there is no common definition for the word “routine”. We all get used to our lives and all learn to deal with it. Like new parents are getting used to lack of sleep and develop their patience skills, you can get used to live with a certain level of insecurity and learn how to adapt to such contexts, leading you sometimes to be enjoying a glass of champagne in a club a few hours after you passed in front of a bombed restaurant.
There is nothing brave or outstanding in that. Or at least, not more than being able to have dinner a few minutes after having changed your child diapers…
24 January 2014: Club 360, in front of the Burj Al Arab, Dubai. [Click on the picture to enlarge it].
I miss the night. Walking in the dark and observing life, or its absence, all around me. Listening to the silence or my music. Just walking, without a goal or a map. Just being connected with the place I am, and with myself.
I miss you …
3 April 2012: Plaza Mayor, Salamanca, Castile and León, Spain.
Maybe it’s time for me to go back to the field…
Back to the Cold
Last hours in South-East Asia
Love Is in the Air
20 November 2010: The Vietnamese society gives an impression of perfect gender balance in the streets. Young Vietnamese couples frequently gather in parks or simply on the side of the road next to their scooter. Kissing, hugging, flirting or simply talking, there is love in the air. [Click on the picture to enlarge it].