You asked me about my travel impressions. I wrote an imaginary dialogue between me, and one french person. I tried to translate in english. i hope you will understand, my friend.
- " So , your balkan trip? "
- " My balkan trip ? You want know what ? If the weather was good and if i tanned ? If i ate well ? "
- " Yeah, stuff like that . "
- " And the sense ? It doesn't interest you, the sense ? Because, you know, questions boats... Its fills me a little "
- " The sense ? I don't follow you. "
- "I 'm telling you this , but it's stupid. the sense ? I don't know. He escape me. I think i understand and then I forget. Sometimes, i perceive the light, the reflection in someone's eyes . I have sparks , you see. I think it's a kind of quest, a long way. It's only the beginning of my open-minded , and fortunately, i don't understand everything. For the moment, I'm just glad to be a traveling polaroid . "
- " A traveling polaroid ? "
- " Yes , my eyes photographing everything and anything .. Imagine a hard drive : this is my mind , my thoughts, my imagination. ...Slices of lives , automatic snapshots. Often, my brain pictures are unimportant. Pictures of everything, and most importantly , what may seem the most insignificant of all.
"
- " And what kind as imaginary pictures? "
- "A Bosnian dilapidated bus shelter. The grocery tote of a toothless old woman. A parable rusty TV, at the top of a building so full of bullet holes it looks like Swiss cheese. Shoes with holes of a street child. Multicolored plastic bags hooking on a tree and inflated by the wind, which strangely resemble kites. A small Christian silver cross hanging from the rearview mirror of a car, and constantly oscillates in a kind of hypnotic ballet. Mini whirlpools that form in the turbulent flow of the river Bosna. Broken fingers which tend an invalid card war. Hair with dust and grease of a magnificent gypsy . Minarets of an abandoned mosque. "
- " .. it must be the mess in your head. But you loved your trip at least ? "
- "Love , with a big A ? Love as we must love, like our education has taught us ? I don't think, it 's just life. In other colors, other flavors and colors. I'm not sure that i must have to love my traveling. what is sure, it's that the road is my best teacher."
- " You go too far for me. "
- " ... It was a joke . "
- ".. i thinked this. You're a bitch ! "
- " In truth, it was a good travel, despite the gloomy weather. Otherwise, we ate well : salads , meat , feta and full of good things ! It was really good, moreover this countries are cheap, then you think .. "
- " You're really lucky. I would have liked too be your place. "
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