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Des tranches de vie, des fictions, et des récits loufoques. Des parcours d’enfance, des périples, des carnets de voyages atypiques en Inde, en Thaïlande, au Laos, en Espagne… Une écriture pas trop policée, parfois écorchée. Bonne lecture. ‘Déconseillé aux enfants)
Short stories, slices of life, or crazy one. Childhood, teenage years, adventures, not very classic travel diaries in India, Thailand, Laos, Spain… I ipologize : My translations are far to be perfect. Good reading. (Not suitable for children)
The card game had just finished, and the train had almost arrived in Calcutta, when I realized that my bag was gone. Not the one with the clothes and the tablas, no, the one I always kept between my legs, and that I had placed right next to me to be more comfortable to play.
– Follow the path traced by the small grains of sand through the rocks.
I first looked around to see who was talking to me, but there was no one there. I was alone, in the middle of this field of little black rocks that ran along the banks of the Ganga, with my bundle of dirty laundry and my little green soap.
It was somewhere in the end of the nineties. Laos was not yet a popular destination. Some areas were forbidden because they were still being demined. We had nevertheless made the choice to go off the beaten track, climbing in the back of small trucks which delivered the surroundings.
In Thailand, there are old people at the end of their race, who go there only to fuck young girls, and sometime kids, but it’s not just about that. You can find some guys of all ages who pay to fuck there, but it’s not just about that. Some have never been there, and ask what it’s like to fuck a Thai girl. But it’s not just about that…
Jaipur, pink city, year 1998: I went to India to learn tablas, a pretext, because in fact, I had left to leave. I had to escape from my social circle, a path in which I felt more than engulfed, and from which I saw no other way out than wastage. I also had desires elsewhere… My beautiful ex-love story had just offered me a pair of tablas, thus marking the choice of my destination: India.
You fucking understood it! You knew all and you knew why! You knew why your life, your friends, your family… You understood them, you loved them, and you knew why. You understood the whole society and the world. You understood selfishness, and every man for himself. You understood good people and broken people too. They weren’t there, but you were with them, and you were dedicating this moment to them.