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.