Electrocution, Cafés, Football And Surgery
It's been a little while... That's not a good start, is it? Too many messages on too many blogs start like this. Ok, I've got a better one.
I got electrocuted. 220 volts in one go. It is true and it was two weeks ago. As I was trying, in the dark, to plug my mobile's battery in, I put my fingers in instead. More fun. The plastic protection was broken since months and as I was not living here nobody replaced it. And Boom. Actually, it is more a "dzzz flash" than a "boom". I felt the electric current coming through my fingers (the tallest one, and the one just under, when looking at the inside of your hand) and then through my left arm and my shoulder and my heart. It felt like my heart was an expanding universe getting out of my chest at the speed of light, while I watched an instant yellow flash. The current left two straight violet traces on my fingers and on my left knee. It seems like it got out that way. I was lucky not to be wet. My fingers stayed only an instant connected with the electrical network. Fifteen minutes later I was sleeping like a baby. End of story. What are the names of these fingers?
The day after I went to Paris for an interview. I got a job for the summer. I met a lot of friends, and, as usual, I spent more money than I should have. Paris is not that boring a city if you find friends inside. I even have to say that I had a great time, meeting friends of friends and drinking drinks of friends etc. Just joking. Partially.
I don't like to go in large cities to discover every monuments, find and see each and every piece of wall that's popular. I am more the kind of person who will go into a typical place and try to see the differences from what I know, feel the atmosphere, try to understand the people. Not clear. Example. In Paris, I went into a café, because parisian cafés, or "brasseries", are typical. The funny thing I observed is that, unlike cafés in Marseille, people sit aside and watch the streets. In Marseille, you would sit in front of the person you are discussing with. I have no clue where that curious difference comes from, but I find it more interesting than collecting pictures of walls and paintings that I already know, thanks to the better pictures that others have already taken for me. Of course, I also sometimes go to the museum, but I deeply think that staying more than two hours is a joke, as your brain starts to be bored or tired, if you are not a specialist. Anyway, most of the time when I am in a museum, I see people around me spending 30 seconds approx for one painting. But you know, at least, "they've been to Le Louvre".
Ok. I realize I am being a bit long here. Plus, the next match will soon start. Just want to add that I also went to Nice to defend my master's thesis. I made a parallel between football and the unexpected aspects of globalisation, and got a 17 out of 20, which I am very proud of.
Also, I got surgery yesterday. I am pretty much deaf from the right ear and the nice doctor tried to fix it. Apparently it has worked not bad. I feel like I start to know the other side of the world, that is the one on my right hand side. The doctor put a little piece of titanium between two of my ossicles so that the sound would go from the eardrum to the inside. I still have a bandage on the ear and a plug inside, to protect the fragile piece of titanium from too many early vibrations.
That's it, this time. I hope you are fine and to get news from you soon, either on the blog or in my mailbox.
I got electrocuted. 220 volts in one go. It is true and it was two weeks ago. As I was trying, in the dark, to plug my mobile's battery in, I put my fingers in instead. More fun. The plastic protection was broken since months and as I was not living here nobody replaced it. And Boom. Actually, it is more a "dzzz flash" than a "boom". I felt the electric current coming through my fingers (the tallest one, and the one just under, when looking at the inside of your hand) and then through my left arm and my shoulder and my heart. It felt like my heart was an expanding universe getting out of my chest at the speed of light, while I watched an instant yellow flash. The current left two straight violet traces on my fingers and on my left knee. It seems like it got out that way. I was lucky not to be wet. My fingers stayed only an instant connected with the electrical network. Fifteen minutes later I was sleeping like a baby. End of story. What are the names of these fingers?
The day after I went to Paris for an interview. I got a job for the summer. I met a lot of friends, and, as usual, I spent more money than I should have. Paris is not that boring a city if you find friends inside. I even have to say that I had a great time, meeting friends of friends and drinking drinks of friends etc. Just joking. Partially.
I don't like to go in large cities to discover every monuments, find and see each and every piece of wall that's popular. I am more the kind of person who will go into a typical place and try to see the differences from what I know, feel the atmosphere, try to understand the people. Not clear. Example. In Paris, I went into a café, because parisian cafés, or "brasseries", are typical. The funny thing I observed is that, unlike cafés in Marseille, people sit aside and watch the streets. In Marseille, you would sit in front of the person you are discussing with. I have no clue where that curious difference comes from, but I find it more interesting than collecting pictures of walls and paintings that I already know, thanks to the better pictures that others have already taken for me. Of course, I also sometimes go to the museum, but I deeply think that staying more than two hours is a joke, as your brain starts to be bored or tired, if you are not a specialist. Anyway, most of the time when I am in a museum, I see people around me spending 30 seconds approx for one painting. But you know, at least, "they've been to Le Louvre".
Ok. I realize I am being a bit long here. Plus, the next match will soon start. Just want to add that I also went to Nice to defend my master's thesis. I made a parallel between football and the unexpected aspects of globalisation, and got a 17 out of 20, which I am very proud of.
Also, I got surgery yesterday. I am pretty much deaf from the right ear and the nice doctor tried to fix it. Apparently it has worked not bad. I feel like I start to know the other side of the world, that is the one on my right hand side. The doctor put a little piece of titanium between two of my ossicles so that the sound would go from the eardrum to the inside. I still have a bandage on the ear and a plug inside, to protect the fragile piece of titanium from too many early vibrations.
That's it, this time. I hope you are fine and to get news from you soon, either on the blog or in my mailbox.
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