funny, it's like a from time to time don't feel I'm in Paris. Or to be more correct I don't feel away from home. And when I hear the tourist boat pass I look at with amazment: thinking, wow where am I? Am I Paris???? what, you must be joking.
It's a similar feeling I had in New Foundland. While being there I'd constantly believe I'm somewhere in Ireland , Scotland or northern England. And when I'd see the logo "american standard" on the bathroom sink I'd be a bit perplexed - thinking - hm, weird, why would they have that here?
And after a second remember - oh, yes, this is Northern America...
Today I alomost told Pauline that I thoght this city is very French - uh, well of course- it's f.king Paris!
What is going on in my mind?
Somehow this makes me feel even more sane, I'd dare to say, even healthy.
All places are home to me.
Good.
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