Dernier vol ...

C'est l'histoire d'un gars qui voulait en finir mais se donna une dernière chance.

C'est l'histoire d'une mission suicide qui se transforma en reconstruction.

C'est l'histoire d'une chute qui devint rebond

C'est l'histoire d'un sursaut d'orgueil face a la mort intérieure

C'est une histoire toute simple, l'histoire d'une mise en orbite d'un gamin qui rêvait de voler

Ibrahim F.

Live at Koko by Bonobo

This is my last post on this blog. Almost two years after my arrival in Darfur and the creation of this blog, I feel it's time to stop posting here. When I started, my aim was to give some news to my friends and family. Later, it became a good way to motivate myself to share pictures. But today, I want to be able to show my pictures without being anonymous and anyway have serious doubt about the interest of my posts. From a description of my situation and a few thoughts about my surroundings, I finally ended up speaking only about myself, my vacation, my money and girls (or their absence).

But while some might consider my living condition as not particularly attractive and others envy my freedom or travel opportunities, the truth is that despite 224 posts, I have never really explained what was my real life, the genuine me and I am not sure I really tried.. I played with words and reality, provoked sometimes and just enjoyed writing with my mind in orbit.

When I left for Darfur two years ago, I had never imagined that I would be traveling so much, have the job and responsibilities I have and certainly not that I would stay here so long. I projected a change and I got a revolution. Some hard battles have been won and new ones will certainly come but sometimes, I think it is important to stop, to look at the view and to smile. Just smile.

This blog is dedicated to the dreamers who believe that everything can be changed. Everything.

Edit on 03 October: I started a new blog. If you want the address, please write me an email to my gmail.com account: butwhoisit

Embarquement immediat pour les passagers ...

- Open the door

- Drop my bags

- Get undressed

- Jump on the bed

- Chanel 26: Discovery channel

- Call Room Service for some food

- Order a massage

- Smile

- Feel the endorphin in my blood

Walk in the Sky [Live at Koko] by Bonobo

Few minutes later, a call:

- "Good afternoon Mr. XXX. Customer service. Is everything ok in your room? You are a frequent customer and we would like to make sure that ..."

I'm a fuc$@# spoiled child

Le murmure de la neige ...

It was supposed to be a formality. Inspect a few boxes of new equipment that just arrived at the airport and spend the afternoon hanging at the hotel in KRT before my flight. I finally spent four hours outside (40 deg C) including two in a container under the sun (>50 deg C). As a respect to the persons (muslims) I was working with, I couldn't drink (ramadan). Finish saunas are for pussies...

Behind The Yashmak [Strange Place for Snow] by Esbjörn Svensson Trio

Dans mon viseur ...

Que dire? Pendant que la Suisse continue à tester les limites de sa démocratie avec une tentative abordée d'initiative pour la restauration de la peine de mort, Sarkozy replonge sa main dans le postérieur de l'extrême droite à la recherche de bonnes idées. Tout un programme.

De mon côté, ayant récupéré mon passeport, je me prépare à tester les limites de mes finances et de ma carte miles & more en traversant une mer puis un océan. Et à défaut de plonger mon regard dans celui d'une belle inconnue, j'espère bien capturer quelques instants rares, dans les traces de mon précédent passage à Paris.

Mr. Gorgeous (And Miss Curvaceous) [ Flying Away] by Smoke City

In Darfur, Muslims celebrate the Ramadan and gather at night to break the fast between neighbors. When I asked them if I could take pictures, their only concern was to be sure that my pictures wouldn't be used against their religion. Even here, in a muslim state, they understand that their religion is rarely understood by the Western world ...

Slow Jam [Rounds] by Four Tet

En attendant la pomme ...

We Will Meet Again (For Harry) [You Must Believe In Spring]

by Bill Evans

I'm lying in the first double bed I've ever owned. My clothes are not in my bag under my bed but in a wardrobe (with hangers!!!). Two small rooms, just for me. Ok, I don't have electricity every day, walls and ceilings are not exactly spotless and I'm still in El-Fasher. But with some music, books in a trunk next to my bed and my laptop, it's a nice feeling.

But despite many projects and ideas I would like to realize and to fight for in Darfur, I'm now trying to find a good way to spend some of my dollars. Books, Macbook Pro, wine and sushis...

Wait & See

Chacun sa drogue ...

"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"

Renton, Transpotting (1996)

Album Pause by Four Tet

Three airplanes, one helicopter and a private jet. A jumping rope under the stars and a treadmill in an air-conditioned fitness. Fast days and luxury buffet. Fights and doubts. Frustration and fear. Music and silence. Selfishly, I sometimes prefer war in the field than in my mind.

Fu$k the World - What doesn't kill you ...

Love Cry [There is Love in You] by Four Tet

Une histoire d'equilibre ...

No facebook, no skype, no stupid website, no iTunes, no download and no egocentric post.

This blog is put on standby till further notice.

Recovering the Satellites [Across a Wire: Live in New York] by Counting Crows

Dans mon cou ...

Alone in my room, naked in a double bed, I can feel the coke flowing in my blood and my last neurons collapsing. Was it a dream or reality? Can this be called reality?

MPLS Rock And Roll [The Lost Take] by Dosh

Coucou... encore ...

An empty IDP camp and a huge hotel room.

A dead soldier in the dust and a smiling girl in bikini.

A sandstorm, from a car, and the Nile, from a 8th floor window.

Friends coming and friends leaving.

It has really been a weird week. Welcome to a peacekeeping mission.

The Suburbs [The Suburbs] by Arcade Fire

Rêve éveillé ...

Soda [The Crimson Wing] by The Cinematic Orchestra

I remember that house, facing the ocean.

I remember dropping my bag and taking my clothes off.

I remember jumping in the water and getting bitten by the cold.

I remember listening to the waves and to my respiration.

I remember thinking about nothing.

Nothing

Silence

Novocaine for the Soul (Live at Town Hall - With Strings) by Eels

L., UNAMID military from Sierra Leone, smiling and full of energy, spoke with me about Life, his work and my pictures. Would have been back to his country in 22 days if he hadn't died, as well as two of his colleagues, a few minutes after I left him and took a picture of him, of his hand.

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde - Comme un lukum géant

A l'atterrissage à Istanbul, plusieurs passagers ont applaudi. Les conditions météo étaient bonnes, ce n'était pas l'anniversaire du pilote et on n'a pas échappé à deux missiles sol-air lancés par le PKK. Alors de quoi s'agit-il?

Le pilote a sans doute atterri en auto-pilote et même si ce n'est pas le cas, il s'agit d'une procédure qu'il effectue quelque chose comme 4 fois par jour depuis plusieurs années. Rien d'extraordinaire, mais sans doute qu'en l'applaudissant, ces passagers expriment leur bonheur d'être toujours en vie, malgré le fait d'avoir pris l'avion. La confiance règne…

Je me demande si la prochaine fois que je croise une voiture, je ne vais pas applaudir son chauffeur, afin de lui exprimer ma gratitude pour m'avoir laissé en vie, malgré les chiffres accablant de la sécurité routière. Ou ce soldat, pour le remercier de ne pas avoir eu la bonne idée d'effectuer un test grandeur nature de la fonction "Rafale de 20". A moins que je ne doive applaudir cette passagère en forte surcharge pondérale pour ne pas m'avoir embrassé à la sortie de l'avion, voulant exprimer à un bel inconnu sa joie d'être encore vivante.

P.S: Ami lecteur à qui ce texte donnerait des idées, n'applaudis pas ta copine une fois par mois, pour la remercier de ne pas être enceinte, ce n'est pas très galant… (cependant, si tu le fais quand même, envoie moi un compte rendu détaillé!)

Le Mec Hamac [Je Dis Aime] by M

I remember his blue eyes, looking at me, and thousands of persons behind him. A friends of mine once told me "The number of pictures that you haven't been able to take will always be larger than the number of your best shots". That boy, right next to me, on the shoulders of his dad during a concert, should have been one of my pictures.

A dozen of sushis, tens of books, a few friends and drinks, some late night talks, a badminton match, some tears and a bottle of wine, an essay, smiling eyes, a lot of new songs and unknowns in the equation. Despite my previous thoughts, maybe I really was in Switzerland.

Impossible... for the moment...

Derrière la vitre du train, le paysage défile. Est-ce mon pays que je regarde? Est-ce une carte postale? Dans 5 jours, une pile de livres rejoindra des cartons, plein de livres et d'une vie passée. Seule trace d'un passage express.

Dans un concert, je scrute la foule à la recherche d'une menace.Dans un bar, je vérifie les points de sortie. Dans un orage, je me demande s'il pleut dans ma chambre. Dans ma cuisine, je cherche mon jerricane d'eau potable.

On me demande quand je repars, je me demande si je suis vraiment revenu.

Je Dis Aime [Le Tour de M] by M

Prêt à reprendre mon sac, que je n'ai jamais vraiment déballé, je sens pourtant mes batteries se recharger, ma tête se vider et mon pouls ralentir ...

Une vie pleine de pages ...

Graines d'Etoile (avec Perry Blake)[Emilie Simon] by Emilie Simon

In the absence of a real bookshop here, Amazon is my lover. But one day ...

In a "why world" ...

Comment leur expliquer ma vie sans la raconter.

Comment les convaincre de me donner le job?

Comment lui faire dire "nous"?

Comment écrire 1500 mots et lire un article?

...

et le reste, toujours en musique.

Transmission 94 [Live at Koko] by Bonobo

Je me rappelle tes lèvres ...

...

Le vent nous portera [1983] by Sophie Hunger

;-) ...

Je regarde les robinets en me demandant "Mais puis-je vraiment boire l'eau comme cela?". Je ris comme un gamin en prenant des douches froides et avec de la pression. Je croise le regard de ces belles inconnues en jupes et je souris.

Et puis, j'ai David Bowie qui me murmure a l'oreille:

I, I will be king

And you, you will be queen

Though nothing will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day

We can be heroes, just for one day

Heroes [Heroes] by David Bowie

Weird...

Mon avion survole les Alpes et tout devient brusquement étrange et décalé. Tout me semble soudainement si calme, si propre, si vert, si bleu, si vide. Il est bizarre de ne pas avoir a regarder l'heure pour coordonner mon arrivée avec un collègue en 4x4, la sécurité, prévenir mon boss, checker mon équipement, évaluer la situation autour de moi, garder un oeil sur mes amis. Tous ces détails qui font partie de mon quotidien et qui d'un seul coup deviennent inutiles. Ma tete est vide.

Je vais prendre un train qui partira exactement a l'heure, aller me promener en ville acheter ce que je veux et voir des amis aussi tard que je veux. Pas de couvre-feu, pas de radio, pas de panne d'électricité, pas de lit trempe par ma transpiration, pas de tour de passe-passe pour obtenir un bière. Ce qui est ici une normalité est soudainement une source de vide…

Je ne vis pourtant pas a Bagdad…

En attendant l'ete ...

Khattum, 15y, IDP since 2004. Helps in the fabrication of bricks. Would like to become farmer, if she can go back to her village.

The Dull Flame of Desire [Volta] by Björk

Portraits ...

Fahad, 12 years old, Internally displaced person (IDP) since 2004. Goes to school and works in a mechanical store. Would like to become salesman one day. Inch'allah

Him. 31 years old. Dreamer since 1978. Drives a 4x4 in the middle of the desert and jumps in puddles. Would like to remain the same but differently, one day. Inch'allah

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing [Live in Barcelona, Spain] by Jack Johnson

Qq part ...

A new lesson taught: Scoring once against one of the favorite doesn't mean you can pass the qualifications.

Black Sands [Black Sands] by Bonobo

For the first time in more than 2 years, the bag next to or under my bed doesn't contain any of my clothes and my books are in a shelve and not inside a box. Weird...

2nd motherfu&$er kangaroo's anniversary ...

Hello, Goodbye (Glee Cast Version) [Glee - The Music, Vol. 3]

20 June 2010. Entebbe, Uganda: Last working day here. While my stomach is full of fish and beer, my mind is overwhelmed by working projects, ideas and personal wishes. I can't wait to realize them. And to succeed… inch'allah.

21 June 2010. Juba, South Sudan: Lying in a bed, in a container, I suddenly realize I haven't slept in "my" bed for the last 6 weeks. Addis Ababa, Khartoum, Casablanca, Marrakech, El-Fasher, Entebbe, Juba, etc … Do I really have a place called home?

22 June 2010. In an airplane. I suddenly want to be in Switzerland and to watch football with my friends.

23 June 2010 early morning. Khartoum, Sudan: After yesterday, and a shared room in a container, surrounded by mosquitoes and splashing myself with brown water, I am lying in a king size bed, at the Rotana Hotel, clean after 20min under the (rain-)shower. There are beds that are not made for singles …

Waiting for Uganda

Et zut, flute, crotte et tout le reste ...

Give You Hell (Glee Cast Version) [Glee - The Music, Volume 3] by Lea Michele and New Directions

Gueule de bois et chaussettes pleines ...

After almost 21 months sharing a room with one or three colleagues, I'm moving out to a new house with a few friends. No ac, no electricity 24/7 but my own room and hopefully housemates behaving like humans and not animals anymore... inch'allah.

Ernie [Based on a True Story] by Fat Freddy's Drop

So yes... I suppose it means I am going to be here for a few months more.

A l'hotel pour qq heures ...

Cairo airport, security check passed. A young and sexy peacekeeper decides to buy two big Heineken cans, hoping to squeeze them discretely into the country he is working.

But suddenly, bad surprise. A new security check has been introduced right before the gate. Discussion with the security officer:

- You can't bring this can on board. You have to give it to me or drink it outside.

- Ok, I am going to drink it.

- [Discovering the second can] Actually, both of them.

- Ok

Few minutes later, the same young sexy peacekeeper passes through the same security check, smile at the stewardess and enter the plane.

If you like Germany and Munich, you can have your own Octoberfest everywhere in the world. Ok, without decollete. But who want to see her breast when you can't see her haircut?

Romance [Out of Season] by Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man

Current location: KRT, Hotel Room. Temperature Outside: 38deg C. Temperature few hours ago: 52 deg C. Mafi mushkila!

A Marrakesh, je me trouble ...

Oh, can't anybody see,

We've got a war to fight,

Never found our way,

Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,

From this moment,

How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,

In the morning light,

I feel,

No more can I say,

Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,

And surely that ain't right,

Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,

We've got a war to fight,

Never found our way,

Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,

From this moment,

How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,

From this moment,

How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can't anybody see,

We've got a war to fight,

Never found our way,

Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,

From this moment,

How can it feel, this wrong.

Roads [Roseland NYC Live] by Portishead

I wanted to take a lot of picture for a documentary, to travel around Morocco and to try to save some money for coming expenses.

I've taken less than 10 pictures, I'm still in Marrakech and enjoy Moroccan food and hammam.

...

Like a kiss on your neck ...

Lying on a sofa in a riad in Marrakech, a few glasses of wine/beer and a tagine in my stomach, it's time to tell the truth and to speak about myself and my deep feelings:
- Damages Season 3 is over and I'm glad it's finished. Good season but I still don't understand the relation between Patty and Helen. SPOILER For your information, if you kill my future wife and try to kill me, I'm not gonna keep working for you or even talk to you for months... END SPOILER
- I am gonna make a break with new series and now focus on my pictures, books and watch some nice movies.

Suite Bergamasque: 3. "Clair de Lune" [The Darjeeling Limited OST] by Claude Debussy

(Paris) I love you ...

Back from Ethiopia, laying on my bed under the fan having a rest, it's time to start emptying my pockets:

Way Beyond [Parts of the Process] by Morcheeba

Series:

• How I met your mother, Season 5: Some episodes are good but there is clearly a lack of inspiration. It's sad because what has been a great series is now becoming a bit boring.
• Fringe, Season 2: I regret the absence of Massive Dynamic and I'm not sure to really understand where they want to go with the series (I just hope it won't become a new X-Files, with no connection between two episodes, except the presence of the main characters). However, I have to recognize my crush on Walter Bishop :-) So I'm quite curious to see the last episodes of this 2nd season.
• The big bang theory, Season 3: My new baby. Excellent, fresh and funny. However, I hope they won't make the same mistake than with HIMYM and stop the series before it's too late.
• Damages, Season 2: Excellent first Season but a bit disappointed with the 2nd. Glenn Close is supposed to be an heartless bitch so how can she be like this in the 2nd season? I like the story but the psychology of the characters doesn't always fit. Reevaluation after season 3.

Fear and Love [Big Calm] by Morcheeba

TuneUp: Quite useful software if you have album covers that you can not find in iTunes or if you want the song names to be checked. TuneUp uses amazon (and other servers?) to download your missing covers and song information for you.

iPad: I am sure you all know what is an iPad. I've tried one few days ago and it has confirmed my opinion: lovely. But the new big surprise comes from the USB port. It is now possible to transfer pictures using a cable directly connected to the camera or simply to a card reader. Interesting if you want to travel for a few days and to be able to backup/check your pictures, without having to carry a Macbook. Speaking about Macbook, I can't wait to buy my new Macbook Pro (yes, I got some good news with my tax imposition).

Your help is needed: If you recommend any city, restaurant, hotel, drug dealer in Morocco, please do it asap. And if you have any contacts in Saint Petersbourg, do not wait too long neither ...

Undress Me Now [Charango] by Morcheeba

Je vais bien, ne t'en fais pas ...

2.50am. I should be sleeping for hours. But after having spent my day running from one place to another, I simply can't. I had no single break for 11 hours. And now, although I'm feeling exhausted, I can't go to bed. I know I could simply switch off this computer, lay my head under my pillow and I would fall asleep instantly. But I don't want to.

I have been watching movies and looking at pictures for hours. The quality of my pictures after more than 18 months here is simply not acceptable. It is simply not good enough. I have to do better than that.

In 5 hours I'm back to work. In 36, I'm flying to Ethiopia for work. In one week, I'm on vacation, somewhere.

Super bueno ...

"J'ai repensé à toutes les filles que j'avais connues, avec qui j'avais couché ou même que j'avais seulement désirées. Je me suis dit qu'elles étaient comme des poupées russes. On passe sa vie entière à jouer à ce jeu-là. On est curieux de savoir qui sera la dernière; la toute petite qui était chachée depuis le début dans toutes les autres. On ne peut pas l'attraper directement, on est obligé de suivre un cheminement. Il faut les ouvrir, l'une après l'autre, en se demandant à chaque fois : "Est-ce que c'est elle la dernière ?""

Xavier

Cumulus [Late Night Tales: The Cinematic Orchestra]
by Imogen Heap

Dans mes pensees ...

To run

To stop

To smile

To keep running

Tango 3.0 by Gotan Project

...

To kiss

A Selfish Man - Naiveness as a Way of Life ...

Moment de calme dans l'avion, en regardant le nuage volcanique. Je suis tellement mort que je me suis endormi avant même le décollage. Durant 8 jours, je me suis fait bombarder de photos et conseils. Sur ma demande, 2 photographes internationaux que j'admire m'ont passé les yeux au karcher et napalmiser la tête. Loin de mes habitudes, largué en territoire inconnu, j'ai soudain découvert un autre aspect des choses, des portes que je n'avais pas su voir et un terrain de jeu infini.

Surpris par cette onde de choc, je n'ai pu que constater les dommages collatéraux. De la famille et des amis que je n'ai pas pu voir, de personnes avec lesquelles je n'ai pas su ou voulu partager plus, des moments de calme que je n'ai voulu prendre. Juste moi et mon 50mm.

A 12000m d'altitude, sirotant ma coupe de champagne, je rêve de casser le hublot et de sauter. Retourner dans cette foule, capturer ces instants d'éternité, m'injecter de l'adrénaline par la rétine, essayer de montrer ma vision et ces gens, ces moments, ce monde, ... beaux.
Naïf?

Sing Sang Sung [Love 2] by Air

Entre doutes et absence ...

Opening Title [The Crimson Wing: Mystery of the Flamingos] by Cinematic Orchestra

Errare humanum est, sed perseverare diabolicum ...

Est-il possible de concilier justice, respect de la victime et droit au pardon? Je pense evidemment à la crise qui secoue actuellement l'Eglise catholique. Plutôt que de parler des causes potentielles du problème (Les prêtres sont-ils suffisamment formés? Ont-ils à leur disposition les structures nécessaire pour parler de leur problèmes? Le célibat est-il une composante indispensable à la vie de prêtre?, ...) je m'interroge pour l'instant surtout aux raisons du silence et la passivité de l'Eglise et du Vatican.

J'en vois principalement deux:

• Le principe de la rémission des péchés: Comment livrer à la justice un prêtre qui a demandé pardon à ses supérieurs? Comment lui refuser une seconde chance sachant que la notion de pardon est un des principes même de la religion catholique?

• L'orgueil ou le refus de reconnaître l'existence de brebis galeuses: Dénoncer un prêtre à la justice, c'est reconnaitre que celui qui est censé apporter la parole du Christ n'est finalement qu'un pêcheur, et pas des moindres. Douloureux, surtout lorsque le pêché est lié à un enfant, personne faible, influencable et sans défense par excellence.

Indépendamment de ma religion, foi (ou de son absence), je comprends ces réticences. Je comprends la nature complexe du problème moral auquel l'Eglise est confronté. Mais l'immense oubli dans cette équation, c'est la victime elle-même. Qu'a fait l'Eglise pour ces enfants? Qu'as-t'elle fait pour protéger les autres? Rien. Les prêtres incriminés n'ont pas été envoyés servir sur une plate forme pétrolière, loin de toute présence d'enfants. Ils n'ont pas été mutés dans une abbaye éloignée. Non, ils ont juste été envoyés ailleurs, faire le même boulot, et avec les mêmes tentations. Et les enfants ont appris à se taire ou à ne pas être écoutés.

L'Eglise catholique et son représentant, le pape, pourraient simplement demander pardon (ou au minimum commencer par cela). Reconnaitre leurs fautes et en assumer les conséquences. Mais non, le vatican préfère minimiser, se taire ou, pire, utiliser cette feinte vieille comme le monde "Un ami m'a envoyé une lettre où il m'écrit que ..." et oser la comparaison entre l'antisémitisme et cette affaire, se faire passer pour la victime. Pitoyable mais ce n'est pas nouveau.

Plutôt que d'assumer ses erreurs, l'Eglise botte en touche. Attitude durant la Shoah, inquisition et antisémitisme, utilisation du préservatif en Afrique, etc... Si la notion de rémission des péchés est si importante dans la religion catholique et pour son Eglise, alors peut-être qu'il faudrait qu'elle commence par sa propre auto-critique, histoire de ne pas donner l'image d'une élite arrogante, en déphasage totale avec ses fidèles ...

Stormy Weather [Konk] by The Kooks

Mon macbook ne m'aime plus. Moi non plus ...

It's 19H48 and I already want to go to bed. I started working 150% at the second I came back to my office, back from leave. Everything is a mess.

My hard drive, containing all the selected and processed pictures for my new website died while I was making a backup of it. By chance, I have a partial backup of my pictures in Thailand, Laos and Cambodia and a complete backup made before my departure. A lot of ideas, projects and meeting are in my laptop. It contains all the settings for my pictures, all my bookmarks, music, movies and admin documents. I lost everything and will have to wait 3 weeks before recovering a part of it. Meanwhile, I have to work, take pictures for my Master and have in 10 days a photography course where I am supposed to present my pictures. Headache...

Moreover, the political situation in Sudan is quite tense with the elections coming. Yahooo ...

P.S: But I have to see the bright side of live. In 2 weeks, inch'allah, it's "Garçon, un demi svp."

Soldier On [Conditions] by The Temper Trap

who wants to know
all that is gold is rusting
no one will know
when seasons cease to change and…
how far we've gone
how far we're going
it's the here and the now
and the love for the sound
of the moments that keep us moving

waves crash along
the battered, lonely lighthouse
tomorrow she's gone
and if not, someday somehow
are these hands a waste
well this side of mortality is
scaring me to death
to death

don't think about it at all
just keep your head low
and don't think about it all

soldier on, soldier on
keep your heart close to the ground
soldier on, soldier on, keep your heart
close to the ground

don't think about it all
just keep your head low
don't think about it
at all

yeah, will you take me tonight
yeah, will you take me tonight
yeah, will you take me tonight
ooooh... tonight

soldier on
soldier on
keep your heart
close to the ground

Tu me manques deja ...

Yesterday, I saw a future beneficiary for a radiotherapy. Female, in her 40's, smiling, goes to Thailand every year. Apparently, she spent her time sunbathing. She was not red, due to a sunburn. She was red roasted burnt, as if she had used acid to wash her face. "Our resort was amazing" she said, "we had seafood and cocktails every day".

Apparently, some persons seem to still ignore the word suncream, shadow or melanoma. I hope her clinic will serve tuna can ...

Intro [The Groove Sessions, Vol. 2] by Chinese Man

Meanwhile, I am spending my last day in Bangkok. I will miss the food, people smiling and posing for me, foot massages and my freedom of movement.

The Government of Sudan and one of the most important rebel group seem to want to negotiate a lasting peace agreement, important election are going to take place in the coming weeks and I'm afraid I will still have a lot of things to do at work. Wait and see ...

Unshaved, dirty, single and happy ...

The Greatest [The Greatest] by Cat Power

Reponse a la question ...

Vincent: You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.

1009 [Black Sands] by Bonobo

In space no one can see you smile ...

La drogue s'achète sur internet en quelques clics. Mon dealer a déjà mon numéro de carte visa et je n'ai qu'à tester la qualité, choisir la quantité et attendre la livraison. C'est commandable depuis un hôtel de NYC, Phnom Penh ou même du Darfur.

Apres 3 jours remplis de fraîcheur, de simplicité et de rires, je retourne m'étendre sur mon hamac. Et, sous perfusion auriculaire, je me sens sur orbite, flottant au dessus de Phnom Penh et du globe.

iTunes propose le dernier album de Bonobo et je pense arrêter la coke et les sushis tellement c'est bon.

Il m'a fallu plus de 7 ans pour me décider à utiliser les paramètres d'un appareil photo et à commencer à prendre en photo des humains. Moins de 2 ans après, on me proposait de le faire tous les jours.

Aujourd'hui, pour la première fois, j'ai dirigé qqn pour prendre des photos de lui. De quoi sera fait demain?

Black Sands [Black Sands] by Bonobo

La vie, c'est comme une boite de chocolat. Je crois que j'en ai volé un conteneur entier, juste au cas où ...

P.S: Toutes mes excuses à C. pour son absence ici ... J'espère avoir la chance de réparer cette erreur.

A sabaidee to the world ...

Eteindre ses téléphones, fermer son ordinateur, enlever ses ecouteurs, prendre un velo et se laisser promener par l'Asie. Les choses sont parfois plus simples qu'elles ne le paraissent.

Kama sutra spirituel ...

Time Left for Love [Our III Wills] by Shout Out Louds

Free food, free drinks, fancy clothes and a lot of success with girls... I'm seriously considering a new career path ;-)

Solitude ...

...

Just go on

Just go on

There’s still so many things

I wanna to say to you

But go on

Just go on

We’re bound by blood that’s moving

The moment that we started

The moment that we started

...

Go On [Sleep Through The Static] by Jack Johnson

What the f%(k is wrong?