Le weekend, part II …Tkompli

Kilna fiz-zona ta’ Pigalle (li l-Francizi, biex jitnejku jghidulu Pigallos). Il-Moulin Rouge, Sex shops jbieghu l-pjacir. No big deal. Londra, wara kollox, Victoria’s Secret u Ann Summers saru ‘high-street’. Hawnhekk il-pornografija mhux biss hija accettabbli imma saret mainstream. Hemm min jargumenta llum li l-abbiss kulturali li jifred il-Punent mid-dinja Islamika m’hijiex id-demokrazija imma s-sess. Waqqafna ukoll pimp Taljan split image ta’ Norman Lowell. M’hemmx dubju li ci vogliono uomini di cultura.

L-ghada ikla sushi, u harba lejn La Fleche d’Or f’Rue Bagnolet fejn wahda mill-bands li jmexxi Henri (www.stuckinthesound.com) kienet qed taghmel is-sound check qabel il-kuncert ta’ l-ghaxra. Iltqajna maghhom. Wiehed minnhom kien l’alter ego post-punk rocker ta’ Jacques Zammit. Ma nafx kienx jismu Rene. Imxejna nghagglu lejn Bastille fejn qattajna l-isbah saghtejn fil-Fnac (wara li ragel iswed libes kilt u beret staqsiena biex ingorrulu xi kaxex) . Hrigna, fost l-ohrajn, b’compil La Musique de Paris Derniere (compilation mahduma minn mart il-Lou Bondi Franciz). Joey Ramone jkanta What a wonderful world, l-ahwa Ahmet u Dweezil Zappa jaghtu xehta dark lil Baby One More Time. Send-up bellezza ta’ My Way minn Sid Vicious. Ghal 98 euro (it-taxxa fuq giex flights Malta-Catania?) tiddobba l’oeuvre complet ta’ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Entre Nation et Chatelet, les trains ne roulent pas a cause d’un accident grave de passager. Kulhadd jaf xi tfisser. Tragedja ohra.

Lura l-Fleche d’Or, stazzjon tal-ferrovija renovat. Skultura enormi ta’ giex zwiemel imdendla mas-saqaf, konverzazzjoni ma’ Julie li tahdem fuq il-court metrages (c’est inutile, je desespere, il n’y a pas d’argent dans ce secteur). Erba’ bands punk jew post-punk. Kollha jkantaw bl-Ingliz. Atmosfera franciza hafna. Very sexy but soooooo unpretentious. Dat-tfajliet jeqirdulek il-ftit ghaqal li tkun rabbejt. Agathe skuzat ruhna maghna: “today I kidnap Henri”. Hafna zfin, hafna birra. Tres post-punk rock.

Hrigna, kienet qed tqattar imma ridna nimxuha sa Bastille. Boulevards ma jispiccaw qatt. Wasalna hdejn il-Colonne de Juillet fil-hamsa. Il-figura tad-deheb tixbah hafna l-istatwa ta’ Eros imma hija Liberte. Dik li jhobbu jeqirdu l-fundamentalisti u l-faxxisti. Qatt ma fhimt ghaliex. Dhalna f’café chic. Aktar xeni mill-films. Tfajla mudella f’libsa bajda u sewda Chanel, handbag parigg. Fishnet tights, suspenders for all to see. Kir royale u xampanja. Tistenna, tistenna. Jaslu l-irgiel. Imbaghad hames tfajliet ohra. Gangland movie meets Paris chic?

Augmenter les desirs jusqu’a l’insoutenable tout en rendant leur realisation de plus en plus inaccessible, tel etait le principe unique sur lequel reposait la societe occidentale. (osservazzjoni kemmxejn esagerata imma helwa tas-sur MH).

Cut. Car on motorway. Lone driver. Hotel Costes. La musique de Paris Derniere. Anderlecht. Gare du Midi. Driver picks up girlfriend at Eurostar terminal.

Cut . Office scene in a European institution. (a very very Johnny Depp moment)

Two days later…

Car on motorway going in opposite direction. La musique de Paris Derniere.

Iva, weekend iehor Parigi.

I’ve just decided to give you an I.M. Beck moment (just to be ironic): Le Square Trousseau. 1, rue Antoine Vollon. 75012, Paris.

(the 11th night of molotov cocktails in the banlieues as we drove back to Brussels tonight)  ¶ 4:09 PM