fredag den 10. juli 2009


and uncounted amount of serious men doing their job. in briancon.

'interdit' he yelled and crossed his arms. i ignored him since that is my weapon of choice when i meet the cops.

'interdit' he screamed and blew his whistle. with ringing tinnitus i moved forward and realized that he hadnt even seen me.

i stumbled over the fence to get to the astana bus, where the woman in high heels, striped dress and sweet fumes was trying to flirt an astana cap from a soigneur.

she still wears that cap when i visit her in copenhagen.

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