Chère Ziwen,
Ma chéré amie...Tu vas bien? Je suis à Paris. I should not be here... I should be in Italy, however as you know I am loves fool. I am so mixed up over here mixed up over him. When I am with him nothing else matters like lovers on the run Bonnie and Clyde. Paris is as edgy as ever and just as gritty. I could say it is rather clean and care free where I am staying however a few hundred metres in the wrong direction and it is the ghetto. There is a real air of poverty and ever impending disaster. The Metro Château Rouge a notorious endroit as my friend Gaële the sommelier was telling me.
We instantly connected it was his day off from working at the famous Café de Flore still dressed well in a shirt and vest, me in my coat-dress and stockings. He received me well instantly warming to me and offering me his American cigarettes at Le Royale Custine brasserie. He told me something I found shocking that when he catches the Metro at Château-Rouge in the morning he sees women selling themselves for €30- si grave and the men that pay are as he described, "le porc". In a Capitalist society money turns everything around me and as it has done so since time immemorial it turns sex into a cheap commodity. Sex of course just another tradeable service. To be reduced to resort to that is frightening just for filthy lucre. There are plenty of homeless and clochards I pass on street corners older men that could not make the rent anymore.
I do not like a world where we are all trying to maximise our bank balance, we are all Capitalists and everything else comes after paying the rent. I hate the thought that money is always a factor in most decisions we make. At this moment in time I am grateful to be an Australienne in the midst of a long deep recession that is putting a spectre over this world, the spectre that is haunting Europe. Where is ‘la gloire de l’empire’ now! As my friend Renaud put it, ‘la suicide collectif de une civilisation.’ The tourists do not see it they just smile at the view of the Eifel Tower. Massive upheaval is brewing in the air.
FAYROZE
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