Fucking Fabulous London

If I had time and no schoolwork nor competitions to prepare for, no books to read, no exhibitions to see, no internship, no job.. and if I had an Internet connection at my new home, I would surely keep my promise and tell you all about my trip to London this summer.

I would try to keep myself from saying how great and wonderful and superb London was because it seems like such an obvious thing anyway. I might mention the way my flight ticket was booked for the wrong month and I ended up paying way too much for a new one and spending one night in Karlsruhe, at a nice airport worker's place. Or that once landed and on the coach for the city centre, I got a glimpse of a Banksy painting in a neglected part of town. I would probably brag about free cocktails and champagne in a trendy bar on my first night there, and about the place I was couch surfing which was quite far from the centre but a nice, typically british flat/house in front of which was a Volkswagen repair shop with many beautiful hippy-buses and even the original car that had starred in "Herbie".

I might have described my days full of museums and more or less aimless wandering around and discovering Tate Modern, Tate Britain, taking a look at the Tower Bridge and at the soldiers in front of Buckingham Palace, taking a soy latté in one of the thousands of Starbuck's and having my breath taken away when I first stepped out from the underground at Picadilly Circus station and saw the famous square.

Or spending one whole day running around the rainy Oxford Street, shopping and looking at people. Or taking the bus in the wrong direction ('cause if the underground system is quite clear, except for the zones, the buses in London are very confusing) and ending up discovering Chelsea. And what a wonderful place it was: I passed timidly in front of the haute couture boutiques and the red-brick houses with maids and drivers and their rich employers in them... Quite awestrucking.

I would probably mention the vegan restaurants I visited: one in Kensington, with a great menu, home-like ambiance and friendly customers and the other one near Oxford Street, where you pay by the scoops and can choose between numerous salads and stews and deserts and can even take away. I might also add enthusiastically that in every shop and pre-packed food place it's always marked whether something was vegetarian or vegan.

Finally I'd definitely describe the way London had felt like home from the very first moment I set foot there. The way people seemed less stressed than for example in Paris and were very friendly. The way I came across estonians every single day, once even took the bus sitting right behind a group of them and eavesdropping on their conversation. The way I was never afraid of getting lost and the way rain seemed to be a romantic part of the city life. The way I suddenly felt as if anything was possible, as if endless opportunities were peeking in my direction, waiting to be seized. The reassuring way in which the question "where are you from?" was no longer an unfriendly and alienating one, but a normal part of making acquaintance. The way "fucking fabulous!" were the keywords of my visit there, surging up on every corner, inspired by the architecture and the people and  the dazzling everything else.

Yes my friends, if I was really looking for means of procrastination, I would definitely tell you all about this. But I'm a responsible and hardworking person, so I'll just have to content myself with telling you that London was fucking fabulous! Take it or leave it.

A Place That Looked Strangely Like Paris

After I was in Paris now almost a month ago, I will be travelling again already this week-end: going to London and then to Tallinn this time. And it was about time huh!

So I thought I'd share my Paris trip a bit...

I went there by hitchhiking simply because train tickets were unthinkably expensive. This was the longest trip I've ever done hitching alone and it was quite fun. I never waited longer than 10 minutes and got rides with not only french drivers but also polish and slovakian truckers. I even had to pretend being french because this one french trucker didn't seem very friendly towards foreigners...

The reason I went to Paris was a conference held by Captain Paul Watson that was organised by the Sea Shepherd France in one of the universities there.

That's him in the middle and on the left you have the smiling Kim McCoy - she's the executive director of Sea Shepherd Conservation Society and also one of the three Shark Angels. I need not mention that the conference was absolutely great and gave me a lot to think about and plenty of motivation. The most amazing was that only two months ago I was surfing the net, reading Sea Shepherd stories and watching videos and thinking how great it would be to be able to meet Captain Paul Watson some day. And there I was! I even managed to shake his hand and ask him some questions :)

This whole conference and seeing Paul Watson and all those people made me feel as if I had walked into some parallel Universe that resembled strangely a lot to Paris. They had even put an Eiffel tower there to make a better illusion... So I spent the rest of my time sleep-walking and seeing people and things and places that only seemed semi-real.

I stayed at Alundra's place who I'd met through Couch Surfing. He showed me around a bit and introduced me to some of his friends and helped me to get in Palais Tokyo for free. There we saw an army of musical Darth Vadors and a huge pile of rubbish and a gravity-laws defying elephant. Here's Alundra in Boltansky's room in Musée d'Art Moderne and the crazy elephant.

The rest of my stay there I spent wondering around the city streets, window-shopping, watching videos in Centre Pompidou, looking to bump into famous people (I think I saw Sinclair), taking my morning coffee on a terrass on Place de la République and my dinner picnic on the grassy hill in front of Sacré Coeur and drinking the most expensive beer of my life in a bar in Montmantre. I wonder if I'll top that record in a few days in London... I'll let you know.

Step Three... but not here

Thanks for your helpful comments and remarks on my last subject! I'll come back to those questions quite soon. From now on those who want to take Step Three and all the next ones can do it on Vega the Black and Green Star and I also suggest you find out why the lake has fallen upside down.

For those of you who do not care about the above, you can still check out the page Now You See Me Now You Don't and find out what I'd been up to in the last few weeks...

Step Two

Assuming you followed the "step one", or if not don't worry, I won't be upset... So now you might be wondering werther it's not too late, werther doing something would make any difference what so ever? I honestly don't know, but I'm sure as hell that trying to change is better than giving up on it. If we give up now then it's surely true that there is no hope for any change for the better - the icebanks will keep melting, the canadian sealers will continue slaughtering seals, the plastic bags will continually not decompose, the poor people will keep eating dead animals and the rich people will keep eating shark fin soup until there will be no more sharks left in the oceans, thus no plankton, thus no air. And we will all eat factory-produced food and keep factory-produced pets and breathe factory-produced air through our factory-produced special air masks or something...

I don't know how about you, but I'd rather try and keep the hope of a brighter scenario. "Okay smartass, how do we do that?" you ask me? I would start with something small and simple like changing some of my wasteful habits. Here are some personal examples:

• Water: try to use as little as you can - don't leave it running while brushing your teeth (I know, it seems obvious but there actually still are some people out there who don't pay attention to that) or while washing dishes or rubbing shampoo in your hair... Well, I just try to minimize the moments where it stays running uselessly. Don't buy water in bottles! Tap water is ok to drink and if you don't like the taste then getting a filter is not a bad idea. Have you ever noticed that if you spell the name of a famous bottled water backwards you get "naive"? Do you think that's a coincidence or could it mean something about the fact of selling people water for more than 1 euro per liter whereas they can get it as much as they want for free at home? Besides, some of the chemicals used in making the bottles are actually transferred into the water, which makes it bad for you and the nature.
• Recycle: I know, I know, it's obligatory in most countries now, but from the example of my flat-mates I also know that we can always try harder. Re-use the glass and tin jars to put in your tea/coffee/sugar etc. If you have the possibility of choice, buy the products that aren't packed into ten million different bags and boxes.
• Plastic bags: Get a cloth tote bag for your grocery shopping (or make it yourself with personalized decorations). Don't hesitate to refuse the free bag they give you in all the different clothing and what not stores, unless you really need it. Re-use the old ones instead of trash bags... And I still haven't really figured out how to replace or reduce the little bags used for fruit and vegetables in supermarkets (the ones we use to weigh out and then stick the price on, which makes them tricky to re-use)...
• Transport: walk or take the bicycle as much as you can. Or use public transportation rather than a car. Pay attention to where your food (especially fresh stuff) comes from: did the orange travel all the way across the globe, polluting a lot of air and wasting a lot of fuel on its way to your plate? Prefer your local products as much as possible, they are surely better for your body too.

This obviously is far from being a thorough list and all new propositions, ideas and/or objections are very welcome. Those to whom the above is not only a habit but already an obvious one, might want to take a little step further in the whole "making a difference" business. On this occasion I eagerly encourage you to take the 30-day Veg Pledge. You can even download your free Vegetarian Starter Kit, which might seem a bit cheesy for the skeptics, but it's actually quite informative and motivating and answers to pretty much all the questions that might arise for a beginner-vegetarian. Plus there are some really nice recipes and who wouldn't appreciate a possibility to eat somehting new and tasty?!

Any more ideas on this subject? Let me know! In the meanwhile I hope you'll keep tuning in and that the next time you read my new post, it will be as (even temporarily) a meat-free person :) As for all the already-meat-free readers: thanks for bearing with me, I promise that the steps yet to be taken might interest you guys...

Step One

If you are here on my blog and reading this post then hopefully you are willing to hear me out...
So I would like to benefit of this privilege and share with you some of the things that I hold very dear, hoping that you might understand (wherther you know me in person or not). This will be the prelude (The dress rehersal I should say) to my explaining and reassuring and facing scepticism etc that I feel is yet ahead of me. But this is not about me, it is about everything that is and should be important.

So step one: If you haven't yet seen or heard of the film "Earthlings" and if you are still reading my post inspite of the crappy and confusing intro, then please go and watch it, it's available here. I'm not sure about how legal and thus lasting this Internet-available version is, so check it out before it's gone. But I must warn you: unless you suffer of severe compassion defficiency, you will probably need some hankys to go through it. It's probably best to watch this alone or in a close company, at least for the first time. So please take a moment to sit down and go through the whole lot of it right away... (You can come back here and finish reading the post afterwards if you want, but I thinks it's important that you see this first).

click here to watch

After you've watched it (or if you've already seen it), you might feel hopeless and powerless (maybe even unwilling) to change anything. Or you might feel like doing something, anything about it... That's how I felt anyway - and here I am, writing this post. I assure you - even the smallest effort is already a good start and the fact of having watched the film through shows you have consciousness and interest regarding these questions...

Letting other people know about what you've just seen is the first reflex I guess. Tell your friends, send them the link, put it in your MSN personal message, your blog, your internet site - anything might work to spread the word. Then you might want to find out a bit more about these things. Meat.org - for more precisions on the food issues; The 11th Hour - for a more global and less hard core view on how serious the problem is (this is what inspired me to believe that I can actually do something) ; Sharkwater - as extremely overlooked as it is important (unfortunately "Earthlings" did not feature the shark finning issue), this film is being screened all over the world and should definately be seen by the biggest possible number of people. This was also where I first found out about the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society and which gave me the last positive push I needed... The last two films are unfortunately not available directly on the internet, but they should be downloadable (sorry Rob and Leonardo, but the cause is more important than the copyright!). This is not about some commercial stuff or profit, it's - I repeat - about everything that's important on this planet and for our generation...

The conclusion of this post is not long, but sincere. If you have been patient enough to see "Earthlings" and are still with me: thank you..! Keep tuned for the upcoming.

Part 2 or How All Of The Sudden It Became So Easy To Be A Vegetarian

I spent the whole night watching interesting videos and looking for information around the net and what I found... well... there are things that just break my heart and things that infuriate me and make me feel ashamed of being a human. Sometimes I think that it's maybe just best to give up and not do anything, to ignore everything that's going on and just wait for the end of it all, hoping that in the end nature survives and humans will be just one more species extinct in the course of the evolution (not that I'm really sure about the whole concept of evolution, but that's another story)...

But then there are also things that give hope and make me want to do something - anything - to help and support the ones that are actually accomplishing things in battles against time and money and powerful corporations... I hope some people will agree...

This video of Captain Paul Watson (from the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society) is part of those hope-giving things. If you don't really understand what the hell this post is all about and the video here is too long and you don't have time to watch it then I suggest you go see a film called "The 11th Hour" or even better - the one that I just discovered with awe yesterday called "Sharkwater" (and which was the reason I stayed up all night, surfing around to get more informed). Wathc it ASAP and I'm sure that, as I, you might suddenly find the time and the motivation to want to see and hear more.. to go further in the investigation of what's really going on and maybe even act on it.

As for the title of my today's story: it's maybe the recent accumulation of the people i've talked to and the things i've seen and heard and thought. And maybe having watched "Sharkwater" just before also helped shifting something into place. Anyway, there is something in what Captain Watts says here, that just made a click in my head and all of the sudden it became so easy to be a vegetarian... I just had to put this out here (as to respond to my previous post) and share what I'm thinking. Now I'm wondering if someone might get a similar reaction, so let me know what you're thinking too...

PS: during the time you spent reading and watching this, about 5000 sharks were slaughtered. To find out more go see the film...

Why I'm Not Vegan

(in response to Hanna's last post)

I've also been thinking on this subject for quite a long time. But first of all, soy milk is not exactly healthier (concerning calcium and protein). Secondly, the soy products are so damn expensive, as are all the bio and fair trade products, which means that a poor student is in the obligation of eating junk filled with genes and hormones and pesticides. Besides, start to think of it - there is milk inside chocolate and inside ice cream, sauces and many bakery products, inside body cream and shampoo etc etc etc. And it's even worse with the eggs - almost anything we eat containts "traces of egg" (that's what they write on the packages). So putting in a lot of money and effort it is possible to exchange our usual milk products with the soy products. There is even vegan ice cream and vegan shampoo out there. It's obviously not in our normal supermarket just around the corner, but still possible to find. But how to replace, or even just avoid the eggs? That one I haven't figured out yet...

It is a different problem with meat: in general it's too expensive to buy, so that solves the problem. But if I'm eating out it is absolutely impossible to find something that wouldn't contain meat or at least chicken or fish. And if I decide to be the false-vegetarian/vegan who's afraid of missing on some vital substances and therefore continues eating fish.. well, it's impossible to find a tuna sanwich without mayonnaise and/or eggs...

Being vegetarian (and I'm not even mentioning vegan) is quite harmful for your social life as well. Because it rules out eating out with friends ("hey, want to grab a kebab?" - "um, no") or at a friend's place - unless the inviting person is vegetarian, they will not even once consider asking about special diets of people (once again, poor students who do what they can)... And if you are strong enough to pass the evening watching others eat (and without grabbing any of those aperitif chips - they too contain traces of egg!) then good for you, but it is extremely antisocial and makes you feel weird or bad, as well as your friends.

These are more or less the problems and the questions that arise when I consider becoming vegan or even just part-time vegetarian. If someone can share their experience on the subject, I would be more than happy to hear about it. And I hope that one day I will be able to stick the black & green star full-time to my front and vote against the massive and torturing production of meat, eggs and milk by not eating them...

My Story About Getting Credit

One of my videos on YouTube [here's a link to my little channel] was selected among millions of others on the Internet as a TOP 10 video on Classical Music on the WeShow Awards US Edition. WeShow selects the best and most relevant videos in the whole world from across sites such as Youtube, MySpace, Metacafe, DailyMotion (among others) and categorizes them across 200 channels. The video that was chosen from my channel was actually the first one I ever uploaded on YouTube and also the one that has by far the most viewers and comments... So this Top 10 thing is pretty huge. But...

The irony of the whole story is that out of all the few videos I've uploaded, this is the only one that has really nothing to do with my ideas or creativity. It's just an interpretation of John Cage's 4'33''. I found it somewhere (probably downloaded using the mule) and thought I could share it with the world just because I liked Cage at the time... So really nothing to get excited or happy about.

To be honest, I wouldn't even keep it on my channel anymore if it wasn't so damn popular! I'm guessing that the more than 200 000 people that have watched it might also look at the rest of my stuff (not that I've dared to put up my artwork really!)... How awful of me to use someone else's work in order to promote mine! I don't even know who's the real author of that "secretly stolen selfpublicity" video. I think it's just a recording of a TV broadcast. How spectacular!

The conclusion of this story is that these things always happen to me. I get credit for the wrong things or for the things I haven't done or the things I didn't really do as well as I should/could have. Is it bad? Is it good? How the hell should I know!

In the meanwhile I suggest you go and see the great film Foureyed Monsters that I recently discovered and maybe I'll upload some new videos to my YouTube channel in order to start deserving at least a tiny bit of that credit WeShow has given me.

between endless spaces

What about all that space? All that space between all things.
What about the space between thoughts, between ideas? What about the space between me and my expectations? The space between who I am and who I think I am. Between the horizon and the reality…
That space between all things might be the most important part of everything actually. Or it might be nothing. Or both.
Spaces between these typed words. The space between those spaces. The space in the space. The people to whom some refer as “a bit space”. The space between quarks, between molecules, between stars, between life and death, between my two ears, between us…
So what about it? And is there a space between me and the fact of not knowing the answer? And if there is then what is it? Where does it come from? What is it created by? What does it consist of? Is it changing? What is it going to become? Is it as insignificantly tiny as I am or as endlessly immense as the fact of not knowing? And which are the units to measure it anyway? The same as the ones that allow measuring the space between my feet and the socks I’m wearing? Or maybe the ones that acknowledge that at night it is colder than outside (la nuit il fait plus froid que déhors)? Or it might be the ones that were used for making sure that 90% of our brain stays dusty and unemployed?And what about the space between the things that are different and the things making them that way? What about the space between the difference and the making? And does that make any difference? Does it make any sense? Does it have to make anything at all? Maybe it just makes more spaces… Here: a space between any difference and my indifference.

Golden Julian & Dig Up Elvis

watch out for the wet floor!

you don't want your fingers getting money-sticky while the car crash still stays helplessly watching the green cactus at the edge of the window sill silly rain keeps falling softly on the other side of the face and while we sing words whispering out of nowhere the light is lit still glittering down the hall i don't live here any more he says but she's not the girl who misses much of a silence while fingers tapping on beautifully full linen cat astrophying that good old word out of nowhere again i was here

reporting from Tartu

minu blogi on viimasel ajal korduvalt häkitud niiet ma ei tea kui kaua ma teda veel pidada saan. aga noh...

Estonian cultural shock did not come. Maybe just the shock of finding everything as it's always been (or almost). But Christmas in Paris was quite great: I spent my time going through gallerys, museums and walking the city streets. Reminded me of how great Paris really is and made me dream about living there for a while (the guys are better looking there;)...

And New Year came in Tartu. That's where I am at the moment because Maiu's appartment is cooler than my mom's and there is Zavood where you can get three beers with the price of two. Woo-hoo! So it's sleeping till late, Mimattitudes searching at day time and drinks in the evening. Tonight we're drinking our good old famous cocktail called "Dijon à l'Estonie"...

Really exciting. Yours up.

words <-> thoughts <-> actions

Thinking should not be taken for granted, even by those who don't do it very often. Thoughts usually appear as if from out of nowhere some say. Ideas! Yeah, rigt! The reason of most thoughts is something we heard or something we read about. The ideas of others. Ideas put into words.

So words should be even more deliberate than thoughts because they have the power to interact on others. Everyone knows what words can do, we wrote essays about it in basic school. Telling others to be careful with what they say has become such a banality that most of us don't even notice it any more. (Using the same words to tell the same things reduces their power?) Nevertheless, words can be interpreted in a million different ways and we should certainly keep in mind the fact that our interpretation is not the only one existing...
But that is not what I wanted to write about.

Thoughts have been racing in my head at the speed of light lately. All kinds of thoughts. Desperate, confused, surrendering, fighting, enlightened, funny, stupid, difficult, depressionist, egocentric thoughts. Sleep disturbing thoughts. Where they all come from? I'm not always sure myself. From what I've seen, read, heard, saw, felt. It's a synthesis of all and nothing. Most of them just fade into dust, erased by the new and better ones. Some of them I write down because I might need them later on. Some of them I say out loud (and rarely regret afterwards). But some of them I keep repeating in my head like a record: on and on and on again. The thoughts that have been going on for a long time without ever really stopping are the ones that I wanted to write about.

Because it's the ones that feel comfortable, the thoughts i'm used to, that appear in dreams and even in daydreams; it's the thoughts that lead to actions. I don't mean actions like brushing teeth or going out to have a beer with some friends. I mean actions that I've been thinking over, out and through for such a long time that at the end they become necessary for me to realise. Actions that enable me to move on, to other thoughts, leading to other actions. Actions that make me feel something. That make me feel better about myself and the ones surrounding me (the ones giving me those thoughts)...

Humorous, angry, mocking, provocative words leading to unsure, insecure, "pohhuistlik", self-confident, libertarian, depressionist thoughts and the tender vibration of a cutting-machine (tondeuse) on the back of my head...

What are we doing tomorrow Brain?

pour quoi j'ose pas?

miks ma ei julge?

A & R & T

rata-tata-tata-taaa
tara-tara-tara-raaa
tiri-riri-piri-tist
rotting rattling machinist
tranglatoorne aratist
tartu taratonirist
ratumaarjalik turist
ratigaalne retorist
tara tara tarte aux rats
türa türa train d'état
tartist rat artouring rong
raring tat taisait ping pong
rattist roem rolling rhymes
tarring tangles in distise
arritating arride ties
rat is artist and will rise

et elaks vanakool

keset kevadõhtu jorutavat joobust

pargis ühel oksal rippus poodu -

tavaline, hallis mantlis mees

kõlkus kaelapidi nööri sees

suu vaid oli veidi koerairvel

pilk näis seisvat ühel valgel pilvel,

aga jalad - ilusasti sirgu

justkui oleks äsja voodist virgund

- Evald Hermaküla -

Initial Motivation or Here We Go Again

Fist week of school has come to it's end and I have come to realise many things...

I now understand how little I did to get through last year, especially comparing to what I must do now. I have found out again that the university is all about undergoing the awfully annoying classes and tolerating horrible teachers in order to learn and evolve in the few subjects close to our heart. To apprehend a little more about who we are and what we want to be by the guidance of those so-called maîtres à pensée (maybe not exactly the "cultural heroes" that Limonov claimed extinct, but still a sort of little local gurus for those who appreciate their ideas). Pity for those who haven't found that sort of John Cage-like intellectual guides in the course of their studys. I did and find them most inspiring and motivating. Especially because the majority of lecturers give the reverse effect. This is what makes school tolerable, what makes me go on with more courage. This is why I love all of it so much!

I've also come to understand that, contrairy to the 2nd year, we are being taken very seriously now all of the sudden. As if we'd grown up over the summer. As if this year was a crach course, the ultimate test before letting us jump into the big void called life. And it is kind of scary, hearing teachers call us "future artists" and so on. I don't feel all that grown up at all...

And I'm only starting to realise all the oportunities that lie ahead and how much I've yet to learn. It's almost too much to handle. But time limits and stressful conditions are what make me work best. And I have the feeling that this is what we'll be having non-stop during the whole year. Terrifying but excellent. What more could I ask for!

All Ends Lead To New Beginnings

Here I am, on short pre-shool and post-work vacation and living now in my new home (keys in the pocket and name on the letter box :)

Yes, I was working during three weeks in a hospital (hôpital du jour) for old people, where I did all the dirtiest dutys for 35 hours a week and a lousy pay. And last week-end I did even more than that - working as a bartender in a nightclub two nights in a row. That was tyring but great! I like working without permissions and contracts. I like mixing cocktails to people and then watching them dance.

And friday, right after my last day of hideous hospital work I packed up my little bag and moved to my new home...

Now I'm living in a huge appartment with three guys, in a great neigbourhood right near the school. I have my own tiny room and practically my own personal bathroom (it took me over three hours to clean it up!). And I'm starting to like it here more and more. It's true that this place is a real bachelor-guys' home - dirty dishes and random stuff lying around everywhere; three computers to spend their days playing on; pasta and frozen pizza for lunch and dinner every day; empty bottles, dust and other mess... But oh well, I can get used to it. I just need to clean up a bit and get some order in the kitchen and solve the huge decoration problem...

But in general I'm very much content with where I ended up (by miraculous chance, as always) and that school is starting soon and that the jam sessions are as great as always à la Grotte.

Sunshine in Strasbourg and peace in my mind. This is one of those rare times when I can look back and see the reason of negative things happening to me. Everything that happens has a reason. It's the positive ending that matters. And the new promising beginnings... :)

Oh Belgium!

Brussels is great! I'm loving every little bit of it: it's big, but not too big (as long as we can take the tram for free everything's fine). It's quite dirty, but then again - who likes clinically clean places anyway. It's an international melting pot, which makes the people here more tolerant and open. Brussels is a friendly city, unlike the French metropolitans. Drivers are not trying to kill every pedestrian, no-one feels insulted if you look at them and there's no problem with giving beer to homeless people on the streets and having a little chat with them.

I don't even have to mention that the beer is unbeatably fantastic here - tastes great, keeps the party going and creates unexpected encounters. Yes, our birthday party went really well, even though we had given up on it 'cause out of ca 70 people that we had invited, only one showed up - Maiu's brother. As Jaan Tätte sings: the ones I invited did not show up and the ones i forgot were there on time ("kõik kes kutsusin need jätsid tulemata, need kes unustasin aegsalt olid platsis..."). So, thank beer for the unexpected encounters which brought to our little party some Swiss, Polish, half-Russian and half-French people! What turned out was a mixture of drinking, laughing, dancing, singing and much much more...

And now I'm old all of the sudden:) Must leave this wonderful city soon. Must take responsibilitys and face the reality again. Must continue whatever I was doing or not doing back in Strasbourg (which seems so small, hostile and insignificant from up here). As if nothing had ever happened. And all that because they don't have the same university program in Brussels...
But maybe I'll come back someday and stay a bit longer, to see if I'd be able to live in the bourgeois-paradise called Belgium. (Or maybe not because Douglas Adams does have a point!)

And our theme song here is "Je t'ammène au vent" by Louise Attaque :)

Completely Normal

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J'aime mes amis. Surtout ceux qui comprennent l'humour divin et le depressionism.
This is another nostalgy-tribute to "once we were young and made things happen". But I believe that we still have time. Some days left of our shiny youth before we start getting all rational and paper-obsessed and wrinkly.
That's why I dedicate this to:

* when we didn't go to Berlin
* germans who said "beer" in stead of "hello"
* red boots and green hair (and vice versa)
* butterfly wings and Velbaum-exhibitionism
* võtted and flying teddy bears (or beers?
* the days when we put chemistry classes into practice with the C-H-O-O-L
* the drink-on-the-hill for any occasion possible (especially exams of course) tradition
* the musi-blackmailing and butt-mesuring
* when Vilbur became my deskmate
* the day we put gasmasks on people and made them think they're under the ceiling
* how we wrote poetry to Neeme
* the one day where the sun didn't rise for certain people because rum and absinth don't mix
etc, etc...

Of course all these events took place during our journey to "the right way" (Õige Tee), there are many more that took place after and that are to start happening in less than 24 hours. I thought it would be nice to celebrate the reunion of Mainnu by remembering some of the good old days when we were smart and scary and somewhat... less normal should I say