My entire family had left town. My mom bought an apartment in what reassembles a Paris Cité complex. My dad rents a large, high end, expensive flat in a new construction with view on the autoroute. My stepdad moved into a small modern house, on the north shore. My brother purchases his first home at forty years old, deep into the suburbia cliché. But my half and me, we stayed. We choose the city center, partly because we are refusing to get a car, for different ethical reasons. Mainly, we like the urban feeling. It tends to remind me of any other exotic places. I can pray to be in Europe, America or Asia, to be downtown his like the center of the universe. Certainly, the world looks smaller from this point of view. There is a small piece of space in this, which I know is at peace. Within the noisy city, we created a retreat made of heaven. My main occupation has been to keep it safe and sound.
Mois: novembre 2025
Hell’s Kitchen Theory.
Chapter four
Then, the millennium, a fight started. It was as ugly as it gets; a psywar that is intended to take over. From America to the latest refuge in Asia, all the way to recluse Africa and civil-war, Middle East. Someting to discourage the crowds. In the only advantage an army has been found. The soldiers are following the path of a fragile economy. Considering political leaders have truth tellers. Incidents happened. Only overtaking the future of citizens. Demanding more than a couple of tanks in the streets. The ruling of any war is far beyond what we expected of a deployment of forces. It is usually about how stressful daily life can turn out to be. Creating the kind of basis which only futuristic views on conflicts will explain. This machine, this imposed worry, will change lives as it did in the past. It would take other appearances as we move toward an era where war does not traditionally mean armed conflict. Especially in the west, the second millennium seems to bring to humankind more surveillance, more multi-cultural issues, more citizens disapproval. My Country sends soldiers anywhere from Africa to peacekeeping missions all over. Its beliefs are democracy, capitalism, local entrepreneurship, free health care, fair trade, decent housing. Above all, its goal is for the citizens to keep spending, putting every cent back into the economy. Therefore, the government itself pumps a lot of funds, distributed among start-ups, ngo, multinationals and individuals. It was not this sort of fight, which can make you a soldier. At the most, you could be an advocate for a cause. Liberal ideas ruled here, doctors and lawyers were your decision makers. Evil meets new opponents, who are mostly innocent victims of its taste for control.
Chapter five
- Efficient, your turn Mivan.
About telling the truth: My life has brought me to war, since. My experience remained misunderstood. We do it, otherwise we do not like it.
- Pleasure at war includes my own city, political gossip, living in hiding.
- You have travelled a lot before.
- As a kid my father had taken me, to Europe and South America. Later I made my way to New York and, returned, returned, returned…
Around, seventeen was the time I started travelling alone. Way before being diseased and way after, I visited the South of the border. I made friends with who, we spent many adventures together. Most of them have moved on. Myself as well, nothing in the life with Him, resembles my old existence.
She Haz is a cop, with problems who are covering a deficit of goods. Besides, the only wrong ideas about them, are Envy, Jalousy, Covet, Money, Passion.
Touchdown.
As much for the others, a lot of what is happening remains in the realm of the unnoticed. The wife job being closer to undercover agent, than the maid we ear mentioned so often. So here I am, forty something, and we find this small, ruin-down, downtown place. He said it would be temporary. But I cared for the space, and we are still here. Enduring the fact, it was not a nice apartment was out of the question. Taking on me to remodel, I repainted, changing some doorknobs, choosing window covering. We made it our own. The last thing we think about now, would be to give up our nest. It had been carved with my sweat. Has become a feel of Punkish, Provence and Zenitude. This part of downtown is cold and feels sad, at first glance. Here, we created for ourselves a comfy bubble. We made us home, very much outside of any timeframe. We are not middle class, but rather we feel at home with little means. Not struggling either, we choose a very placid life. My joy comes from solid simple pleasures. I paid much attention to the daily life of my household, as if it is worth millions. When getting into the preparation of a homemade mayonnaise, dividing yolk from the egg white, choosing from a variety of flavored vinegar we have, adding dry mustard or garlic… I can really tell the truth from the lies, during a very quiet dedicated chore. For a moment, concentrating in making the kitchen tidier. I feel rewarded in such a way, just by grabbing a sponge to work on the cupboard’s doors cleanliness. Taking on me, to make a fresh Humus or Tzatziki from scratch. I am so proud to do good things for my family.
Thaï Dancers.
The ambiance was the one of Bangkok. With pictures on the walls like a mosaic and a tea pot always warm. I came to explore Asian culture, Buddhism, Japanese aesthetics for number of reasons. So many people, so many years as a civilization. The ways of ancient gotten this wisdom! Regarding interest in crafting interior, it had to be as peaceful as a mountain retreat. Five millennium have been bloody for I thought Asian culture would hold the answer to my anxiety. To this day, their people stayed resilient. The elderly passed on respect and the path to zenitude. The youngsters learned English. After moving around like a gypsy for twenty-five years. I decided to settle in the largest flat we could afford, with secondhand furniture. Our apartment is crafted according to Shanghai alley style. With each room placed along a long corridor. Culture had gotten to me in the smell of food which typically included Miso, U-Don, dumplings, sushi, croquettes, steak. I am a regular folk from the West. Nothing special except my inspiration comes from the Far East. My reading includes Zen philosophy and Feng Shui, my home breathes an eternal incense odor. We rather have Jasmin tea and make a big fuss serving it. Japanese design retained my attention since college, when studying to be an artist.
Global Draft 