Without real purpose
Finally, after reluctantly turned part of the morning in the Tiergarten district, after eating grilled sausages and salad at an outdoor cafe, I went to do what I was there: a discuss Again and communication technologies, pretend to believe they would upset the world to give humanity a "new frontier". Debates, petits fours, coffee, smiles agreed congratulations protocol, a mixture of languages, asides, ritual exchange of business cards ... I finished in four hours, but because I did not settle anything for myself, I was not satisfied and I wondered how long I'd be able to play this social comedy in which I shut myself up: good father, good husband, good citizen, man little public dispute, good staff ... the very symbol of a life without problems but without originality or inspiration, a life that is left rather live one life to live. It is also true that nothing really inspired me and that if I looked before me, I could see little alternative to a more or less long pursuit of the same: in fact I never had to true and was no longer able to invent myself. When problems are not concrete, there is a certain complacency of melancholy: I roamed the streets in the sun weeping about myself ... so rather than take a taxi, I chose to walk to my hotel. Berlin is a city to live, the streets are wide, the many parks and trees, traffic moving: I think so-because it is a remedy that I have often used as walking-I would see clearer than through neutral zones where there was no reason whatever occupies my mind, I shall succeed to see a little clearer in me. A good hour's walk made me well indeed, and if I still had not decided otherwise, to agree to wait for no-change, finding a happy elementary sense, I felt better. I arrived at the Hotel Aldon ...
soon as I entered the porter whom I asked told me that the keys were less than an hour a man asked me but it does wanted to let neither a word nor his name forty years, he said, brown hair, slightly slanted eyes, but what had particularly striking was his accent that he could not have set the origin ... I immediately realized that it was Saint-Loup
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