October 16, 2006 - Monday 14:26
The Hurricane
Despite my efforts of trying to keep in touch with the ones I care, I receive very little news from them. Sure, I confess that my life is less entertaining for the moment: still waiting for that piece of yellow paper that would give me back the rights I deserve in this continent, going to school, trying my best to stay out the apartment, finally complied to get back to the apartment for the bed, and... that is about it. I don't work anymore, so what is my excuse now for being tired all the time?
Rolled out of bed in the early afternoon, stepped into the kitchen for the first time in a couple of days, I needed some coffee. My housemate was only in a piece of towel. (Please, don't ask me what he had been doing in such a sunny morning) "Hey, you know about the Katrina?"
"Uh huh."
"Were you in France or in US when it happened."
"I was still in Oregon."
"You know it was a disaster. The urricaane."
"The hurricane?"
"That is what I said, urricaane. The wind and the water and all...The biggest disaster in the history of US."
"I know what a hurricane is. Have you heard about the earth quake in San Francisco in 1969?"
"That is what I loooooooove about American government! I adore everything Bush does. He's always doing what he believes in and they got the balls to do what they want!!!! Look at the wars!! And they are soooooo helpful, they are rebuilding New Orleans already. If it happened in France, those fuckers wouldn't even know what to do! ... Blah Blah Blah...."
I was absent-minded on purpose not to even hear what he said for the following 2 minutes. I took my espresso out to the terrace. I preferred traffic noises.
I decided to be more informed about current events and start to buy newspapers regularly, just incase the same situation happens again. I wished to be able to tell him the exact dates and numbers of people protested in New Orleans and all other places when Katrina hit; I wished to be able to tell him the details that the saint-like-government ignored the warning and didn't get on to the rescuing when the hurricane happened; I wished to be able to tell him more details on American government and their doings; I wished to tell him that he was French; I wished so many things, and I did nothing, I was completely speechless facing his never-knows-when-to-close mouth. If he didn't have weight problem and was more flexible, he would use his own mouth to complete his routine of self-pleasuring. Come on, turn off the porn for a change, and educate yourself!
"Educate yourself!"? Am I doing it myself? Being one of the spoiled generation, I was used to read news online and now I am very badly informed on current events without internet in the apartment. I must go to library or buy newspapers regularly from tomorrow on.
I liked States. I never regret the time that I spent there and I wish to return someday for a visit. Although I am not in love with everything made in American like my housemate is( house, cars, politics, air-conditioning, porn, porn, porn, women, women, money, money, business, porn, women, business, money...) I miss the simplicity of certain things and a lot of my friends: I miss the stores that open until late (because I am insomniac), coffee shops where I can do my homework with a cup of tea, easy access to computers and internet (there are only 6 computers in the university I am in and I can't even use them because of the program I am in...),less expensive phone calls, longer library hours, cleaner streets and somewhat more efficient work when comes to bureaucracy. However, politic wise, that is another story. I have strong opinions on politics in the countries I lived/live in, which makes it very ironic that I don't really know enough about any of these governments to have a "knowledgeable" argument with another person. I will be working on it. Of course, no government is perfect, and talking about politics sometimes sounds far-fetched because it seems like very few people have the actual and direct impacts on a nation's political tendency. On the other hand, people like me are constantly influenced by whatever is going on in those big shots' heads. A spin of their pens can partially decide that my life is on hold, how much my passport weights, what my identity means, what my possible rights are, how long, or how to get my possible rights, even where to go, what to say and when it is OK to express my emotions. While people like my housemate (he's got duo nationalities) voted for those big shots who in part made me leave for France. Now I am at the another end of the Pacific ocean and I have to listen to his speeches which were exactly the ones I tried to avoid by leaving the States?
It is still sunny in Nice. The temperature is about 22C during the day time. I went to the beach today and the sea was as clear-blue as usual. I heard in the temperature dropped down to 3C in Austria already. Maybe I should just feel lucky just to be here. There are so many things I can enjoy without politics, aren't there? Play dumb and ignore some human rights for a change? hmm... still worry about my golden residence permit in such a beautiful environment... Oh yeah, I went to Monte-Carlo with two friends yesterday. We had a perfect afternoon. Because of the bleached water in the swimming pool, my hair is now bright orange!!!!
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