2 Days in Paris Page #4

You are so stupid!

- Ah, yes! - What? - Property!

Not, dad, this leaves!

- Balloons, photo-balloons. - No, dad!

That cannot be true!

Dad, this please leaves!

Pretty little corner with balloons!

No!

Lhr is insufferably!

- Toot sorrow me. - Oh, yes?

Pretty little corner!

- Mommy!

Really, Anna!

- You probably spin! Lhr is so stupidly.

Okay, my sweeter things, however, you are not...

That should be a joke.

What do you pack then him/it in cotton wool so?

- That is a small bird on her/it...

A bird?

...Hotel-terrace.

Much fun! And go with dad in her/it

Gallery past. He/it has a Vernissage.

These homosexuals,

however, there is not this, therefore really...

Disgusting!

Not, Kiki?

You would not do something similar.

Nice snort.

- You liked it, as I...

I know, but I said...

- After two years, this eases.

This has said I,

because I wanted for you at the laundry.

But this

I now have no more necessary.

Now, it explains you.

- It doesn't explain me.

Explaining something would be,

if I had something to explain.

Excuse me, I speak four languages.

- Ah, yes!

Which was it, that you can well, still?

I don't know, whether your French

good is, it can also be bad.

How should I know this?

I am no fan of the death, but

this place is undeprimierend strangely.

I know. All Parisian here is dead.

- Is it therefore so quiet? - Yes, so beautiful.

I love you.

- Why do you speak this with "Rrr?"

It is French, that is, simple.

No "Rrr." That is no German.

Where is the "Steack fried?"

It sounds so ugly,

if you speak French.

Why are we at all here?

Jim Morrison, why?

You like the "Doors" not once.

- But it is a famous grave.

And I am a deep Val Kilmer-Fan.

You take a photo,

and then, we, okay, go?

Pardon! Ah, pardon!

Ah, no! - Now, the party starts!

- Now take the photo! What does she/it have?

Everything in order, Mademoiselle?

Come!

- Let's go. - I am a freethinker.

It was that.

- Supercool. - Yes, super-cool.

I glaub's not,

that the catacombs are closed!

One of my favorite-places in Paris.

I glaub's not that still we

no one, that I know, met.

What is with the collective dynamics

the little one-world-networks?

The book "Little one-world-network" has

It read Jack as we were in Venice.

Where we always went, he/it has

for proof of this theory been looked.

It completely simply is.

Our world is very small, and if you

on the other side of the planet travels,

if it is very likely,

that you meet somebody,

he/it in your street lives.

It is scientifically proved,

that that is no pure coincidence.

We are as total

connected together.

The illusion of the chaos, in him/it

we live, is sorted and connects.

But that is pure theory, and Jack has

But nothing!

Marion! I don't grasp it! I have

by you spoken and... - Really?

Exactly today! - Oh, yes?

- I don't grasp it! - What do you do so?

My book just came out.

- Oh, great! A novel?

No,

Short stories, but interrelated.

Cool. That is Jack. Manu.

Day. - Please me,

To meet you, Jack.

Do you speak French?

- No, no.

And, what are there new?

Do you remain in the USA now for always?

No notion. But now, I am straight

with Jack together and everything runs well.

What is?

If you come this evening

to the party of Vanessa?

Yes, in any case.

- I also. - We go to the party.

This evening, yes. - Unbelievable,

you have yourself no little changes!

As the time has stood still.

Oh, stops! - You simply don't want

become older! - Stop, such a nonsense!

I am totally ready after so many

Hours in the train. - You look great!

Oh, stops!

- I schwr's!

We must loosely, my father expects us.

- Jean-need, father Jean-need...

Greet him/it from me.

- Until afterward.

Beautifully, to have met you.

- Yes, that was beautiful, Homie.

"That was beautiful, Homie?"

- That is funny!

Let taken taxi 'n from us.

- You want a taxi? Okay.

What runs there? The fellow has you

looked at thick lamb-club like 'ne.

As he/it has knives and fork and...

- I am one! - I know, but my.

From where do you know him/it?

- We have known ourselves for a long time

and had something together once.

I believe that I blew one for him/it.

Nothing further. - Somebody one blows

is nothing further?

Toot sorrow me! Nothing further compared

with that, what happens in the world otherwise.

George Bush,

the war in the Iraq, the bird-flu...

A Blowj*b. is on the other hand..

If one considers... - Be correct, is correct.

Beautiful transition.

- A rather unimportant event,

do you not find?

- No, actually not,

if one this in one

bigger political context sees.

After all, chance has a Blowj*b America

on a healthy democracy destroyed!

Must we go this evening there?

You don't want? Oh... However, I would become

like to see my friends. - Already good.

You are

with all your Exfreunden made friends?

With some, therefore...

with most. This type is genuinely in one

wonderful author and poets.

A French poet...

You are with no one

your Exfreundinnen made friends?

No!

Really? - No.

- This knew not at all.

As it from was, it was over.

- Then...

...you never would become again me

it wants to see if we separate?

No. I would not avoid you, but

I also would not take the trouble therefore.

I therefore am outside our relationship

no nice person for you.

Yes, so approximately.

- That is interesting.

I would like to be friendly with you.

- When? - If we separate.

No, if we separate.

Then, I also would like you.

Then, you simply are riper than I,

what I know...

So, we make this for France.

Exfreunde remain themselves near.

France influences your behavior

very much. How does the government stand by it?

She/it lets me pay taxes amply.

- Can we hold at a pharmacy?

My head kills me.

I don't have any more migraine-pills.

However, there are Codein without recipe here?

- No! - No? Why not?

We are in France here.

There are opiates not without recipe.

We are not in Afghanistan.

There is not any taxi. Let us go.

Maybe we find heroin over-the-counter.

It was the bridge! - The "last tango"

I as often as no one have seen. Hold!

It was the bridge! - The "last tango"

I as often as no one have seen. Hold!

Where? - There.

You play Brando in the entrance-scene.

Brando doesn't play I!

- Be careful. - Play him/it you!

No, you see much more similarly for him/it.

Fingers at the ears and then back,

you have pains, okay?

You are total besides yourself.

Fingers at the ears! Okay, enough.

Do you know something?

- What?

To constantly photograph

make one to the observer.

It brings one automatically

from the moment out.

On our trip to Venice

I wanted to experience the moment with Jack,

but...

instead of to kiss me,

Jack took 48 photos in the gondola.

Instead of little hands stationary

over the Markus-place, to run,

Jack took 72 photos of the Markus-place.

And so on...

Which looks more like Godard?

Godard... or Godard?

Black.

How look I?

- The question is...

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