Awa-ay!!!

We can't stand being here another day! We hate it here!!! It's like school (or prison as Akalu put it) - wake up early in the morning, say "ça va" and smile to everyone around, shake hands and go to work. Work: standing behind the sorting table and watching disgusting clothes the whole day, plus a lot of people disturbing us by going in and out, staring, singing, making stupid jokes, being angry at us just because we exist etc, etc... It's very difficult, stressful and tyring and we hate it. Plus there are those fake smiles everywhere, coming up to ask how are you, though they really don't care. And there's also this 30-year old kindergarden-candidate who's desperately trying to catch my attention, he's really annoying...
Yesterday we went to the centre of Pompidou, where all the street performers hang out. There we saw a bunch of travellers, they all looked like hippies - torn trousers and shirts, old sleepingbags, kettles for cooking their meals... And they all had diabolos, balls and clubs for juggling and other circus stuff for earning money on the streets. Seeing them and their mindbreaking tricks made us reconsider our perspectives, it was as if we were enlightened. We suddenly remembered why we had come here in the first place - to have fun, not to be slaves!
So - now we're all packed and ready to go. Tomorrow at 7AM we're out of here! First we are going to Lille so I could be a witness to love reunited and afterwards... who knows! The world is wide open!
Adieu Bougival and all the mentals in it (and the few friends as well)!!!