.One day after a frugal breakfast, I took special pleasure in smoking my first cigarette of the day. I enjoyed watching the passers‑by through the window. It was my favorite time of day. I could let myself daydream, oblivious to the surrounding noises. Millions of thoughts raced through my head. Everything was still new to me since I had only recently moved from North Africa to Paris. I had never experienced such noisy and turbulent life. Nothing left me indifferent. And I was very happy, in the same way young people are on their first visit to the city of light. I had known this city only through books and hearsay. Paris had been described to us so much in school; Paris had been so often the object of reveries on the class bench, Paris took on a unique symbolism during my childhood. As I sat in the cafe, all kinds of images marched through my head: the kings of France, the Middle Ages, Charlemagne, Joan of Arc, the Revolution, Napoleon, Dreyfus, Emile Zola, Maréchal Philippe Pétain, General De Gaulle, the German soldiers, the Americans soldiers, and the first British parachutists. In a sense, nothing was unknown to me. And yet I felt removed from all of this, everything felt strange.
Then I understood that every human being is alone with himself.
A WONDERFUL WORK...EXPERIENCING AND GETTING TO KNOW PARIS AND GETTING TO KNOW ONES SELF...EVEN BETTER. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A thought provoking write my friend...you captivated my thoughts from the beginning. I imagined that I would feel the same way if I were to be blessed to visit Africa or Paris. I love to travel, I find it exciting and count each mile a wonderful experience! I don't get the opportunity to travel much. I recall the first day I returned to college after being out of school for a number of years, it was adventure and a wonderful experience where I met many friends yet I found myself feeling alone quite often in this new experience. Well done my friend, a thought provoking write!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
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