Strandkorb

Since the opening of the frontier, the island of Usedom on the Baltic sea opposed German naturists and conservative Polish. It’s the first summer that people on holiday on the island of Usedom see no wall in the middle of the beach. On this island, the frontier between Germany and Poland was erected in the sand, between two beach towels, until last December. On Christmas Eve, when the Schengen agreements were applicable in Poland, the barrier fell and suddenly, both population were face to face. The possibility of a dream came true … but German and Polish are not the ones to build sand castles together. The very catholic Polish – at least 8 religious for 10 inhabitants – do not appreciate the taste of their German neighbours for naturism (FKK : Frei Körper Kultur, culture of living naked, or culture of free body). It is allowed on this side of the beach and punished by law on the Polish side. Between German and Polish, all layed in their Strandkorb (those famous canvas chairs, protecting from the wind), It’s not yet war but already cultural choc. “here, in the east of Germany, It’s a tradition that survived to the fall of the wall. It’s not as intensive as by the time of DDR when communist regime was very favorable to it, but we kept our beaches” says local touristic manager. On the Polish side, nudity is still taboo. “there are too many people naked on the beach since the opening of the frontier”, complains a Polish woman. She took her towel far away enough from the old frontier, not to be disturbed by the view of naked bodies. For Polish, “It is unusual, on the contrary of our traditions” confirms a father, who refuses to bring his children on the German side, afraid of naked exposure. Locals of political party try to bring the subject public. Like “right and justice”, they want the town council to prevent people by putting some big format adds on the beach. No need to mention that this party is conservative and nationalist, near the Polish president, who says naturist practice is condemned sin by catholic church (find me the text, please). But this party has no majority yet and the mayor, social-democrat, does everything he can to calm down the debate but knows he’s loosing votes because his population is very attached to catholic values. “I respect personally all kind of opinions, but I can’t imagine that a small group of elected people, impose to us their position. If we have the possibility to be naked on one of the beach of the island, and the majority approves it, so I wish this stays allowed. And after all, if I was on vacation with my family in Mallorca or Canary islands, I’d probably try naturism as well”. So councils started between German and Polish. One side try to inform better on the FKK beaches (afraid of loosing german tourists) and also make efforts to make known better the polish way of life. Naked in his wood corb but 200 meters from the German frontier, this man on holiday is warning his surprised fellows by putting some red and white wood sticks in the sand (the colours of the polish flag). “If you carry on walking naked in this direction, you expose yourself of a fee of more than 1500,- euros, it’s completely forbidden. "For us, It’s completely normal, to be naked” says this woman who grew up in east Germany, “and I have little comprehension for those who easily critic naturism, especially when they implicate catholic church. It’s naked that God put us on earth and I do not understand why they are so stucked”. A few hundred meters away of the naked German, the polish mayor wears suit and tie. His leather shoes in the sand, he explains that the opening of the frontier allows to satisfy every tastes of the tourists of the island :”on the German side, they have access to this naturist beach. On the polish side, visitors have a beach dedicated to the dogs. So, in the end, on both sides, we tolerate hairy animals”.

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Lesson Nr. 11

Happiness is to feel ourselves completely alive

in François lelord's "Hector's journey"

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Addicted

People who take drugs always tell you not to take any but can't help themselves to take some all the time. It depends what is your concept of drugs, of course. You would surely say, because I smoke and drink alcohol, I'm a drug addict too. We can talk about it. But last saturday evening, I became very upset in the disco we were having fun, because I've been asked so many times if I had any pills to sell that It made me at a point furious. I asked the last one to go downstairs and have a blow job for which he will get (hopefully) more pleasure. The thing is, talking about it, because after a while we had too, people are getting "high" very quickly but need more all the time because they are afraid of getting "down". They need to spend a big amount of money and that explains why they target some people who can afford them freely what they need. It is so scary to watch them hunting the pills. That's when I left, having enough because my mood was really "down". Before leaving completely, I noticed a guy I would never thought seeing there. It's a famous TV showman I used to watch the program on TV, when I had one. It feels always strange to meet a public person in reality. They belong to the screen and not to your footsteps. It's always surprising because, unless you're part of this world, you just don't know how to manage your reaction : watching the guy (because he is also very good looking), but will it take as a showman or a man with flesh and bones, ignore him (but you can't help yourself looking around his pace), trying to play it cool and miss the thing ? Until I decided, he was far away. So I did.

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Lesson Nr. 10

Happiness is to be loved for what we are

in François lelord's "Hector's journey"

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Coloured bedspread

Bright lights are going dim

I wanna hide again

The nights are caving in

On my Bright lights are going dim

I wanna hide again

The nights are caving in

On my Coloured bedspread

I wanna drift so far

To slip out of the crowd

It doesn’t matter how

On my Coloured bedspread

We’ll make the stars dissolve

Like sugar melting in my mouth

Some people come and go

But the won’t ever know

About the things we do

On my Coloured bedspread

I remember places I’ve been to

Remember things I never knew

Remember dreams that all came true

On my Coloured bedspread

We’ll make the stars collide

I touch the planets through your eyes

Ooh can you feel it

Tell me can you feel it

We’ll make the stars dissolve

Like sugar melting in my mouth

Beneath my Coloured bedspread

I wanna drift so far

To slip out of the crowd

It doesn’t matter how

On my Coloured bedspread

We’ll make the stars dissolve

Like sugar melting in my mouth

Some people come and go

But the won’t ever know

About the things we do

On my Coloured bedspread

I remember places I’ve been to

Remember things I never knew

Remember dreams that all came true

On my Coloured bedspread

We’ll make the stars collide

I touch the planets through your eyes

Ooh can you feel it

Tell me can you feel it

We’ll make the stars dissolve

Like sugar melting in my mouth

Beneath my Coloured bedspread

Sextoy

A sextoy for us, Men ? one that makes us cum, only us, at one place that women envy us ? yes It does exist. Cybernetical sculpture, the Aneros is so efficient, despite its price, that men do not hesitate. Though you can find many copies of it, men buy the original. Until now existed only for the anal pleasure, the dildo (sometimes belt-dildo), unisex, meaning realistic copies of erected penis. Straight men felt humiliated to introduce in their intimacy this ersatz of phallus to reach pleasure. Even gay men were not fully satisfied with those dildos, unable to find the way to their prostate. Aneros had the effect of a revolution. It’s a 3 arms plug, conceived to stimulate the male G point and giving – figures seem to prove it – very interesting orgasms. The first arm allows you to orientate and to drive the tool. The second one (the biggest one) is the seeking head of the machine, a guided missile. The third one, curved like a finger, is equiped with ball-bearing and brings a light pressure on the perineum. The aneros is made to mass yourself and imposible to realize another way, says a user. It stimulates the 3 erogenous zones by creating a feedback circuit : each spasm of the sphincter brings a movement of rolling that repercute itself at the base of the testicules (perineum) and inside the body (prostate). These 3 erogenous zones are most of the time unexploited, ashamed, abandoned. Though they can provide an underestimated pleasure, richer and varied than a simple genital masturbation. The aneros is probably the first sextoy specifically made to abolish centuries of ignorance with the male pleasure. For those that the price of the aneros is too expensive, (72 euros for the basic product), It exists unumbered copies at small price. Nexus for example, is sold 59 euros et is advantaged by Its black colour (much more elegant). There is a vibrating Nexus (125 euros with 5 different modes). There is still the hand massage, but you will need help (or you are very lissom).

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The enigma of the Molene’s cadavers

part two : Ta plage beach boy

Cholera epidemics are now far. A wreck ? “40 years ago, people who lived on the island would have declare the corps, they were used to it.” And most of all “we would have heard about it”. Say people of Quéménès. In the archipelago of Molène, everything goes fast. In winter, there is only a hundred people living there. Years ago, the island was inhabited. The Tassin’s family was there. An original family who decided to leave the continent and establish themselves on the island, like hermits. They started to rent in 1953 until they bought in 1960. They occupied it until 1973, remembers the daughter of the family. Her father is no more and her mother, aged 75, is nervous. “The investigation is suspicious but I trust my parents. We are a well-known family here. It must have had happened during the night, and my parents could not notice anything. Four bodies. Nobody move them so easily. You need to be at least two people. And they knew it well because everywhere is heavy earth and stones. Except here, It’s kind of sand dune. They must have known well the islands around.” Furthermore, the location is invisible from the continent, hidden by the Molène island. In the end of the 50’s, a not very far island from Quéménès, Trielen, was used as an educational centre. A bad memory, hardly told. “Private boarding schools for young people, minors or not, in need of physical and moral reeducation” says historian of the land. In reality a real convict prison hold by a priest of Saint-Brieuc, today deceased. Not really prepared to live on those islands, the young were quickly out of food. Some would have try to escape. Starved, they would have been rescued by the people of Molène who called authorities. The priest was judged in 1959 but released. It is said that nobody wanted to hear this story again. French minister of Justice was there on the island and said that investigation is open. There are no elements anymore but they will find ways to trace the cause of death and dating it. Police did not make any link with disappeared people from the neighbourhood. On the island of Quéménès, the wind and the sea already erased all traces of the discovery.

Kiki Blofeld

Kiki Blofeld is another place in the centre of the city, on the river Spree. It's just in front of Bar25 on the other side. I was watching it since a long time and because the weather begins to decline (It's raining cats and dogs a lot this days) we decided to meet up with friends there. Looking at the map on the website I was expecting something bigger (It's big enough !) but It's not a forest. Many places to spend a good night from secrecy in the woods, chill out feet in the sand drinking your mojito or playing the party freak in the boat house. That's the surprise in this place. The boat house used to be a shelter for patrol boats of the East German Army. It now looks like a setting from a Bond movie. For a grand entrance you can show up with a flash boat and drive right into the club. Because of the sound of the water, the music has to be loud, so after minutes you just feel like dancing and not chatting anymore. But you still can head up to the the roof terrace and enjoy the starlight ... when It's nice weather. Actually we were quite miserable : It started to rain, we were trying to get protection from the bar, feet in the mud. In the end, we said goodbye, laughing and wet. I took back the bike, got my x flat tyre, walked home ... sounds familiar ?

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Lesson Nr. 9

Happiness is to feel myself useful to other people

in François lelord's "Hector's journey"

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The enigma of the Molene’s cadavers

Part one : Caché derrière

This story could have inspired Arthur Conan Doyle. An almost deserted island with violent sea streams and mortal reefs, 4 skeletons buried under the sand, of which we ignore the origin, a private boarding school handled by a priest and closed for bad treatments, a local population with a hard life and incredible stories to tell. A mystery. The story starts in March. A storm of a rare violence is on the costs of Brittany. In the archipelago of Molène, the water is infiltrated everywhere, enters homes, root up rock blocks of many tons, threaten the boats. "The storm", reports secretary of the townhouse, "It's been 20 to 30 years that It wasn’t that strong". On one of the islands of the neighbourhood, Quémérès, the sand dune is going back, devoured by waves, and humans rests are discovered. This island, one kilometer and a half long, was time to time inhabited. Some fields protected from the salted wind with stonewalls, seaweeds to produce saltwort and nourish the stoned soil, allowed families to survive on this rock. Since 2003, this land belongs to the conservatory for the littoral. A couple is renting the place, sowing bio products and runs a bed&breakfast (full booked until 2009) for city guys who want to play the Robinson Crusoe.“It’s me who found them. South east of the island. A human skull and a pelvis. I called the police”, says the guy living there. Nothing exceptional for the region. “We found a lot of bodies in Molène” remembers a previous inhabitant. “When there was cholera epidemics, in the end of the XIXth century, we buried the cadavers”. Besides, the wreck is common around here. « It’s violent, here » says the son. If you go to the local cemetery, It confirms, people saying those words, are right. But this is not it. Exhumed, sent for dating to the criminal research institute of the national police, the results, back in public last Thursday, deny all suppositions. The cadavers were there buried 37 years ago, with a mistake possibility of more or less 5 years. Between 1966 and 1976. There is also prescription. Three men, one woman. Young, between 20 and 25 years old. Buried under one meter of sand. No trace of apparent violence. No clothes fibers (they were naked). Faces facing the sea, legs crossed.

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The game

Women look at me when I'm looking men who are looking at...

It's a never ending story.

It's Friday evening.