2 Days in Paris

That is we.

Therefore, he/it and I.

We are very exhausted

from the trip.

We have Palazzos,

Vaporettos and Espressos seen.

A trip in Italy,

how the title of a film

with happy endings.

We were the most time in Venice,

because that is the city,

into the lover drive.

And it is the city over water,

she/it will finish under water.

Green, ochers, pink, blue. Even this

Gray shines. That is Italy.

And the pasta of course.

Now, we are one right pair.

We are together two years.

That almost is a miracle already today.

Two years of luck with heights

and depths

and mostly somewhere between it.

We only must pick up Jean-Luc,

him/it we between airport and railway station

with my parents put.

The night train to Venice

my idea was.

On the way back, we want

for two days after Paris.

Ah, my God!

He/it kills him/it!

That is not the cook,

this me almost stabbed,

because I Parmesan over them/her/it

Seafood-pasta scattered?

That is he/it!

- It was not so badly.

I had 'ne food-poisoning

half of the trip!

Did you like then it something?

- The bathroom-view!

Could you call 'n taxi?

It already pours.

That was a drop.

- Immediately, it pours. Trust me.

I call one because you are out of sugar.

- I cannot become sick,

I immediately must work again.

No reception.

- Not however!

I get Sinusitis. The diarrhea

weaken the defense-strengths.

A stop is over there.

The bus goes directly... - No!

No buses or subways in Europe!

Terrorism and so... - You believe,

New York is surer?

Paris is harmless,

here, there is not any terrorism.

- Yes, because France

a secret-agreement with this

fundamentalist terrorists have.

You damned psychopath!

I try once to get a net.

Forgiveness, I heard you speaking.

You/they are Americans, or?

Yes, I am.

- We are

a group

international Code-Entschlsseler.

We shall ourselves at 10 o'clock with her/it

meet French group at the Louvre.

Do you know whether he/it is in the proximity here?

- Yes, he/it is quite near. - Oh, really?

So near, that no taxi goes you.

They quite are zickig here.

You/they must down-go only here,

to the left, then the first right...

- Right, left.

...then 10 minutes always straight ahead,

and you are there. - Certainly? - Yes, yes.

Have thank you!

Americans are so friendly, and

the French should be so impolite.

If a cliche admittedly is, but it is correct.

- We Americans must hold together.

Completely exactly. An enjoyment was for me.

Good luck.

- Reunions, thank you!

Crack the code!

No taxi far and wide.

- No problem. - What is free?

What did they want? - Knowledge, where the Louvre

is and I told them hab's.

Do you know then where he/it is?

- No.

You said that they shall

since goes long, that is wide indefinitely!

Now, we get along taxi at the beginning of this-

Snake, the strongest things survive!

They now go directly into the suburbs.

That is your compatriots!

My compatriots!

They chose Bush!

They are Vinci-Tour on one there.

They are the embodiment of all,

what cultural and political

in this world incorrectly runs.

Maybe they see besides her/it

Mona Lisa still any riots,

this her/its/their political consciousness

rouse something.

You are so mean,

but you are right so! I love you.

You are so clever!

Sinusitis!

Ah, this goes automatically.

Matter it you something,

to put the radio more quietly? We are

- From Venice.

I hate Venice!

There, I was with my two wives.

That is the program about women, this

is beaten. Interest me.

Why? - I had two women and have

both beaten. - How dreadful!

Yes, yes. of course that was not right.

Paris. I was born became in the 13.

Arrondissement, grew in the 14. on

and lived after it

in the 9., 10., 11., 12., 19. and 20.

Until I moved to New York.

I am called Marion and am a photographer.

Ironically,

I see not much namely.

My retina already was

small holes full in my birth.

How can I describe what I see?

That is she/it, my world-view.

Everyone sees the world actually different.

However, I have reached one for her after it,

tell you I!

That is Jack. He/it is an inner-architect.

"Children are like rats,

they transfer illnesses."

He/it said this with our third Date.

I found this very sweetly.

Look once, the light!

Looks like 'ne postcard of Paris.

I am the photographer, but

he/it took all photos on the trip.

Every moment was digitized

and perpetuate, from each corner from.

What does lhr actually photograph friend?

- He/it photographs everything. Really everything.

Renewed assassination of the almost-food-chain

Burger King... - Be able to tell by the sound this of you!

Once again fires in 'nem almost-food!

Last week waren's two sport-businesses

and last month a supermarket.

That is a globalization-opponent.

He/it sets almost-food-restaurants on fire?

Something is alleged in their meat.

It is here right.

Brawls here?

- Exactly. Straight ahead, in the first floor.

Brawls here?

- Exactly. Straight ahead, in the first floor.

Elevator?

How?

- Elevator?

It is in the 2. Stick.

You probably create this, however.

Need long for her!

However, already by 9 arrived Lhr.

Yes, but jams were everywhere and

Strikes. Chaos always is in France.

What? The exploited suffering shall-

sisters not once can go on strike?

We are not in America here!

And once again this giant-suitcase!

You still break the back yourself!

But you never listen to me!

Yes, my mother is a proper nerve-

saw, but I turned into her/it through her/it/them,

this I today is.

Marion!

Mommy, Marion is once again blocked!

Mommy, is Marion feeble-minded?

As I was small,

if I was something particular.

But not in the positive sense.

I always too late came, because always I

in my own world stuck.

For hours, I could matters myself

on the street or in the yard look at.

I believe,

I could hear even voices.

But none, that told me, I shall

save the world. No, other voices.

We have two skipping little!

Simply loose! Simply loose!

Some parents

big worries would have made.

The doctor prescribed by barrels

new medications,

but my mother said "no."

She/it simply gave me a Polaroidkamera,

and, instead of to look at for hours things,

I photographed her/it/them.

Already as you small was,

you only did what you wanted.

And we had to turn it towards us.

That is real...

Ah, good day, Madame.

Good day!

Is it well?

- Yes.

Toot sorrow me that we us on

this go there only so shortly saw.

Yes, a very short idea.

We had to

an important freight delivers...

Jean-Luc.

Does this go? - Give me the small kitten!

Miez, miez, miez...

Did you have a good trip?

- Ah yes, very beautiful.

It was good?

- A wonderful trip.

Lhr then loses one to the meal, yes?

And late don't come.

You know that your father hates this.

Okay. Jean-Luc is well?

- Yes, he/it sleeps. - Reunions!

Your mother is really sweet. - I know.

- What do you have? - I don't know.

Do you have 'n problem, treasure?

- No, I need your help.

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