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I drove all night

I took 2 weeks holiday. I had because if we don’t take the days before the end of the year, they’re lost. So I booked a car and I went back to France to visit Family and friends. I had of course a wonderful time but going from place to place almost everyday is no holiday at all. When I came back to work, I asked my chief if I could have a holiday to rest and he replied gently that I had to wait next year because I had no days left anymore. During this holiday, I took time to be with my true best friend like the brother I’ll never had. We know each other since school days and I hope we’ll keep up together until the end of our life. I agree we don’t talk neither meet much in the past years but you know, life … . He ‘s living in Paris with wife and kids, has a business to run and he’s a family man. I lived in many places in the world, doing a lot of jobs, being unstable, moving all the time, having affairs and short- and long term relationships. It was not always so. I had a stable life when he had the life I have now, only when we were younger. Now It is the other way round. Anyway, two weeks ago we’re talking over the phone and he says spontaneously that because It’s school holidays, wife and kids go away but he has to stay home because of the work, and he adds quickly : ”why don’t you come over ?”. Only the idea to spend some time alone with him thrills me so I quickly booked a car, called family and friends and planned the journey. Two weeks away. With the moving from Barcelona, the new flat, the job, the life by itself, I didn’t go back since more than 2 years. Those years just flew too quickly because really, It seems like yesterday I walked in my city streets. Nevertheless, I am always curious to see the changes. First my parents of course, then another very close friend who became mother almost 1 year ago. I came to Paris by car that I rented. This gives me the opportunity to visit some friends I can’t see a lot because normally I fly. So I made a stop in Karlsruhe and another one on the way back in Frankfurt. When I am in Paris, I eat French and very Parisian. I miss some tastes and I can’t help myself having for the first lunch Foie de Veau with gratin dauphinois. If you’re not French, forget it. Only the idea of the translation could make you sick. After that I just made a tour alone in the city because the weather was not bad and I enjoy the area. The next day, my best friend brought me to le Marais, in the 3rd arrondissement, where beautiful small shops are based, proposing nice things. We were too early for everything, shops open late in this neighborhood so we had the time to enjoy café and croissants at the café around the corner. Remember that life in Paris is very expensive and you don’t have to be surprised by the incredible prices you will be requested to pay. Actually, I noticed that Paris is an expensive city, but so are Barcelona, London and New York. It’s just that Berlin, when I compare, is not expensive. So the shock is mine. After the morning café, we headed to l’Habilleur. Shop front is dark and doesn't look open, but go on inside - its a special shop. Designer clothes from (at last look) Issey Miyake Pleats Please, Paul et Joe, Plein Sud, Cultura... list goes on and on and it may be different labels when you will go. Really amazing things at 30% of retail and Men’s labels are gorgeous. We had a walk rue Bonton, looking for something for the kids while they were on holiday (do your shopping without the kids, it helps) and then we decided to stop for lunch at le marché des enfants rouges. One beloved covered market dating from 1615, on the Rue de Bretagne in the third arrondissement, almost disappeared 10 years ago, but the uproar from the locals was such that the city decided to keep it open and renovate it. This required shutting down the market for six years, however, and when it reopened in 2000 most of the vendors had found premises elsewhere. The market was a sorry sight for some time, with many unoccupied stands and few customers, but today that has all changed. Not only can you pick up the catch of the day at the fish stand and organic tomatoes and plums at a vegetable stand or a bouquet at the flower stand, but you can also sit down for a meal at one of the dozens of tables in the open-air side aisles, after deciding whether you want to eat pasta, pizza, spit-roasted meats, Moroccan couscous or classic French bistro food. By the way, the market owes its name to a neighborhood orphanage, closed in the 16th century, whose small charges were dressed in red. We stopped at Le Traiteur Marocain: Moroccan pastillas, tagines and couscous. and had a wonderful time, though a bit cold outside. After lunch we carried on moving and because I am looking for new furniture for the flat, we headed to the shop of the designer Jean-François Lebrun, called tramp, rue de la Corderie. I just love every piece of furniture. In a very purified environment, chairs, tables and libraries surprise by their design. Every piece is built from what he finds like metal, old wood floor, school bench … that he collect anywhere in fabrics or warehouses. Then it becomes a unique piece. You also can ask for your own wishes and /or dimension. I was thrilled by chairs and a desk that would perfectly fit in my place ! We discovered as well the artist Christoff Baron who also has an atelier in Berlin, this is a surprise and I will have a look soon. We walked to Bastille and then Châtelet, stopped to other shops I like to pick up some ideas and took the bus home because we had an appointment for dinner at Le verre siffleur, rue d’Alesia, not far from the place. As per my friend, it is new since last winter and it is a big surprise because such a place was missing in the area. It is the place we love, an old café renovated, with ancient taste, suggesting good and simple food. Reservation was made for 8:00 p.m. and though we arrived on time, 30 minutes later, the restaurant was packed. So it is noisy, yes, because we talk a lot and loud. But we had no disappointments, and neither with the bill. We had a few drinks in two other bars in the area, but not really something to mention and too expensive. The next day, we could enjoy a wonderful weather and even café and lunch time outside. We made the usual way to Le bon Marché (I love Dyptique products), boulevard Raspail, just to have a look at Paul Smith, Galerie Sentou, and rue de Grenelle at Jean-Baptiste Rautureau. We walked by to Montparnasse and It was time for me to carry on driving. My parents always love Bretagne, at the very far west of the country. The location is fabulous, in the end of everything. There you will find more boats than cars and in the end of the street, you will find a bar and the sea. It is the perfect place to spend a few days alone to have a rest. Outside gardening, walking on the beach, eating crêpes and drinking cider, there is nothing else to do near Perros-Guirec but I agree, the landscape is one of the most beautiful. After 3 days, back to Paris, spent more time in town to drive 2,5 km than Rennes-Paris and this is another reason for me not to go back. Just the time to have a last dinner and to fill the car with things I wanted to bring back home and I drove back to Berlin, completely exhausted.

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The people against the dictatorships

For the Germans, November 9th reminds quite at the same time the advent of the Republic ( 1918 ), the pathetic " putsch of the Brewery " (1923), sinister " Crystal night " ( 1938 ) and the happy fall of the Wall ( 1989 ). At night from 9 till 10 November 1989, in front of the cameras of the whole world, young east and western Germans break the Wall of the shame which divides Berlin since August 13th, 1961, taking by surprise the leaders of both edges. Receptive to the policy of glasnost (transparency in Russian) introduced three years earlier by the Soviet leader Mikhaïl Gorbatchev, the Hungarian leaders were the first ones to lift the screed of communist lead. On May 2nd, 1989, they announce their intention to half-open their border with Austria. Hundreds of east Germans rush then in Hungary to pass soon on the West. In September, they are several thousands to run away so. In German Democratic Republic (GDR), in Leipzig then in the other cities of the country, the opponents of the communism leave the secret of the Lutheran temples and demonstrate in broad daylight. The power vacillates. Erich Honecker leaves the place with Egon Krenz, but a million demonstrators in East Berlin pull the collective resignation of the communist government on November 7th. Two days later, the government of GDR authorizes the east Germans to travel abroad " without any particular condition ". At the end of a few hours, the customs officers of Berlin, extended beyond by the hide of persons on the border, simply allow to pass them. That very evening, thousands of Berliners massed near the Wall and open one by one the borders in front of the redoubtable East German frontier officers who, this time, keep the weapon at the foot. The fall of the Wall (3,60 metres high, 160 kilometres long and 300 miradors) ends fifty years of separation and antagonisms between both parts of Germany, German Federal republic (FRG) and German Democratic Republic (GDR). In the general enthusiasm, nobody worries about the difficult next days of the reunification. Without loss of time, the Federal Chancellor Helmut Kohl imposes a monetary then political unification of both parts of Germany. The unity is official on October 3rd, 1990, one day which becomes the German national holiday. The French president François Mitterrand, noting the inevitable character of the reunification, is going to negotiate in return the sacrifice of the Deutschmark on the altar of the European monetary union. This project will result in the signature of the treaty of Maastricht on February 7th, 1992.

Pub Tiger Beer

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Identité nationale

Lately, there is in France a big debate like only French can start. The debate about l’identité nationale, the national identity. Well, if you know what it means, feel free to share. To launch such a debate in a country like France can become way too very dangerous following your place you found in the society. I would not participate to such a thing. I don’t think It is a big matter to have a national identity. You are born with a nationality but do you recognize yourself in your country or with the people living in there ? I am what you might call an expatriate. I made it by choice because I could not stay 1) because I found a job outside 2) I made my life outside 3) I found my place in the world outside my country, not that I am rejecting it. I am ashamed that a French president once said “France, you love it or you leave it”. It’s not because I live outside my country that I am not French anymore, on the contrary. I am proud to be a French citizen (probably because It means having a History and to respect it, and because I think I give a good image of my country) but … outside France. France has still an aura abroad that It does not have in Its own place. Strangely, when I was looking for a job in France, I didn’t find any. Was it a sign ? or was I less French because I had experiences outside ? I think the idea of national identity is wrong because It has no purpose anymore. Europe is on now and frontiers do not exist anymore (but some politics seem to have forget it). A friend of mine, leaving nearby with me in Berlin is French, her husband is half German and Finish and their kid is born in Australia. I let you guess his nationality. How would you explain to this kid the sense of national identity ? Europe offers a unique free circulation and as a European, I can work wherever I wish inside the union (forget about exceptions please). We are already a lot who work abroad and come back home for our holidays, but when I say home, I speak about the native one, you understood, not the one I built for myself. This number is compensated in France by a number of other citizens from any country who established themselves in my country. I think today you can feel yourself more European, so when will they create a European passport ? probably because everyone has a love feeling with the passport of his own country. I guess this idea of national identity belongs to people who do not like Europe but It is too late. I agree Europe builds itself very slowly but the machine is running and It tried to erase differences to accept community. I don’t pay taxes in France since almost 10 years now but I keep on voting and this is for me a great thing. But I agree with the fact that I don’t have much to do with French politics anymore. I would accept to vote in Germany but I am not allowed. This is a good paradox to explain. But for my defense, I would say I am a good example of what It is called here “Deutsch-Französische Freundschaft” (German-French friendship) : my man is German and we cook together very good meals inspired from both our cultures.

The opening of the Berlin Wall 1989 / Reichstag (English Subtitles)

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Fall of the Wall

You heard of course that this year is the 20 years’ anniversary of the fall of the wall in Berlin. So there are events in the city, though from my personal point of view, you don’t hear a lot about it. Not even people in the city seem to be that much interested. I am not that surprised as most of the people either want to forget History or regret it. It’s like this event has more announcement outside of the country than here in Berlin. We had the chance to welcome the giants of Royal de Luxe in October, which is the national date of re-union. But the official date of the fall of the wall, and the programm of the festivities are under the website of the 20 years of the Fall of the Wall, is November 9th. So because It is all about a wall, a good guy has the idea to recreate it with humans. This happening of 30 minutes will take place at the exact place where the wall separated the city. Strangely the guy who had the idea of the mauer-mob is English. But It is not that important and the link follows Its way through the city. A colleague of mine sent it to me and I linked as many people as I can. Some of friends registered themselves straight away so I guess the human wall will be complete, as there are 330 spots where you can situate yourself. The meeting time is 8:00 p.m. and we have 15 minutes to put ourselves in situation and then stay there for 15 minutes so the world can see what it was like 20 years ago. I just hope the weather will be nice enough to allow us to spend a nice evening outside like people did back 20 years ago.

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RPO

The Royal Philarmonic Orchestra came to berlin for 2 nights last Sunday. They play music of Tschaikowsky, Beethoven and Dvorak. The main conductor of the orchestra Charles Dutoit was there and the event took place at the Konzerthaus in Gendarmenmarkt . I did not much anything of the pieces but I could notice that the public enjoyed a lot. At the break I met a friend I didn’t see for more than two years now because she plays in the orchestra and she travels a lot to play her instrument. And when she does not travel, she just want to stay home and take care of her family, that I understand perfectly. At the return of the break, we enjoyed la Moldau which is a piece I like a lot. It was Sunday evening and It was very foggy in the city. I went with the bike and because I was not alone that evening at the concert, we headed slowly back home and noticed that a most of the monuments of the city were illuminated. It was, like every year at the same time, the Festival of lights. The festival of lights which I completely forgot, as usual, though I had noticed beautiful and strong lights in the sky since a couple of weeks but without asking myself more questions. We passed the house of the Kanzlerin Angela Merkel and followed the road to the bridge next to the Berliner Dom and carried on to see the back of the cathedral illuminated with thousands of green light points, moving all together. We passed under the bridge and went to the Rathaus (where our mayor works). The building was full of light since It is already red. Of course we could not do the trip without seeing the Fernsehturm and Alexanderplatz and back home. The evening had a special atmosphere thanks to the fog and It was fabulous. All noises were diminished and It gave to the monuments a special attraction, especially for the Fernsehturm and Its strong lighting. We are happy to have been able to save the event on pictures. A very nice evening indeed.

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Place Clichy

I tried a new bar last evening, not very far from my place. I guess I like to stay around when I go out. It’s called Kunstliche Beatmung. There is a play on words with Beatmung. In the German language, you would read be at mung. But they did it another way and you have to read beat mung. The original translation would be kiss of life when they play with the beat movement. Isn’t it clever ? We went too early so we had the time to have a round in the bar. It’s well done 70’s like with color orange everywhere, some red and white. the deliriously retro look may well take your breath away. The psychedelic wallpaper could cause flashbacks while the white-ribbed tunnel will make you feel like Jonah inside the whale. Mellow electro, attentive bar staff and wallet-friendly cocktails give this place at the quiet end of Simon-Dach-Strasse an edge. The low-domed ceiling, plastic furniture and colored neon are like a cross between cocktail bar and space capsule. I heard from a friend that around midnight, the beautiful young things start dribbling in and any oddness is soon swallowed in the crush. But we decided to move because the friend I was with never went to the bar next door which I love, certainly because It’s French, Place Clichy. The bar Place Clichy gives a determinedly Parisian tone to Simon-Dach Strasse, one of the fullest of life streets of Friedrichshain. Thomas Laroche cultivates his nostalgia from Paris to East Berlin. In Simon-Dach Strasse, the banner attracts the eye of the Frenchman : place Clichy is a human-sized bar held by Thomas Laroche, a Parisian settled in Berlin for 3 years. The bar would have been able as well to be called Trocadéro or The Red Ball, but Thomas Laroche decided for Place Clichy. " The place in itself is not the madness, but it is the symbol of an alive thing. It is good Paris somewhere " he explains. Plate glass windows allow in a blow of eye to have an overview on the inside of the bar. A counter was papered with Canard Enchaîné, some posters of the Stiff Heads and old postcards hung on on the wall set the tone. The bar consists of two small rooms, lit by a warm light which inhale the Bohemia, a small charming port which could become a mark of writers, sailors and troubadours. The manager wanted exactly " a small place, an alive counter, where people of the counter are not far from based people, a place which made that people are close ". The music sticks very well on the atmosphere, we can hear it of the Noir Desir, Gainsbourg or Nina Simone. Tired by the Berlin bars, Thomas, big brown in the franc to speak, decides to realize this idea which trots him(her) in the head for a long time: " I had just a little short the bowl of it of bars in Berlin, or you have the old bars of district, "Kneipe", or you have the bars of factory as in the street, "bar-Ikéa", or bars " new Berlin ", I like but at the end of moment that makes too much grandmother's apartment of the 50s. I wanted a small bar as in Paris ". But Thomas, also professor to the French Institute, also wished that Place Clichy gives the opportunity to Germans to speak French and in a general way that it becomes a meeting place of all the horizons. The place was fool when we arrived and still fool when we left a few hours later, the bar completely smoky with cigarettes and our head with the (very) good wine.

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11 novembre

Nicolas Sarkozy wanted for a long time to make a strong gesture towards Germany, amounting to the one that made his predecessor, François Mitterrand, when he took by the hand the chancellor Helmut Kohl during the remembrance of the battle of Verdun, in 1984. It is now made : today, on the eve of the European council which will take place in Brussels on Thursday evening and Friday, and just before the dinner between the President and the hardly reelected German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, the Elysée announced that November 11th would remain a holiday, but that it would not celebrate any more the armistice of 1918: " Nicolas Sarkozy wishes, after the death of the last Poilu (Lazare Ponticelli, died in 110 years, on March 12th, 2008), that November 11th becomes the day of French-German reconciliation, to build a shared future ". The President just announced to the Chancellor: " I shall be November 9th in Berlin at your side for the anniversary of the fall of the Wall " which was " an absolutely considerable event ". And " November 11th, we shall be together in Paris at the Arc de Triomphe ". November 11th is not celebrated in Germany and it is no holiday for the community institutions, no more than May 8th (which celebrates the German surrender in 1945). Germany never understood (me neither actually) that France carries on celebrating this anniversary, which celebrates the end of an European civil war which prepared the other one, that of 1939-1945. It remains to delete May 8th and to replace it by May 9th, anniversary of the declaration of Robert Schuman which launched the construction of the European community and become the celebration of Europe (it is a holiday for the community institutions).

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240 km and back

It is only having exceeded the Minneapolis airport of 240 km that the pilot and his navigator realized their mistake. The Airbus then made a bend at 180 degrees to land in Minneapolis. The Airbus A320 of Northwest Airlines flies Wednesday from San Diego (California) to Minneapolis (Minnesota) exceeded its 240 km destination, starting inquiries of the Office of the security of transport (NTSB) and FBI. The NTSB will question the pilot and his navigator on Monday and will listen to the recording of the conversations in the cockpit contained in the black box of the aircraft during the weekend, said a spokesman, refusing to comment beyond the communiqué. According to the communiqué of the NTSB, based on information passed on by the FAA (the American authority of the civil aviation), the air-traffic controllers were able to establish the contact radio with the crew of the flight with 147 passengers on board during no more than two hours, arousing growing fears. The anxiety was such that four fighters of the Air Force were put on the alert, without taking off however, according to the daily paper of Minneapolis Star-Tribune. The contact with the tower was then restored and the Airbus made a turn at 180 degrees to land normally in Minneapolis. The pilots explained that they had an animated discussion about the future of their company and they were not concentrated (sic !), indicates the communiqué of the NTSB. Another possibility is naturally the fatigue and they were able to fall asleep. Some other report only the case of a pilot who had fallen asleep the last year and had missed its destination in the Hawaiian Islands. The passengers aboard the Airbus apparently noticed nothing during the flight with the exception of the fact of having found the time of flight a bit long according to testimonies. They were however surprised with the reception made at the airport. Federal agents of security, armed, went aboard to make an inspection before the passengers can leave the aircraft, without explanation. "That seemed serious ", said a passenger, who did not know what took place before the next day. However, he remembered a "strange" answer made by a steward whom one of the passengers asked when the plane was going to land. He then went in front of the plane, returned ten minutes later to announce: "I have no idea".

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