Last Sunday was fun.
For starters, it was a terribly sunny day, which is always a good start.
I went to visit a Museum in Paris, which I had never visited before. Mostly paintings; as I was trying to feel those feelings that the painters supposedly tried to express with colors and shapes, my visit partner pointed out how different two paintings could look, even though they came from the same movement. Two impressionist paintings, side by side, made really different impressions, although both were made with short vertical strokes, light tones, and represented similar sceneries.
Later that day, I came home. In France it was the middle of the afternoon, and a very warm, sunny one, as I said. I got home and called a friend in China. China is 6 hours ahead of Paris, in time zones, so it was sometime around midnight there. Since I had left my shutters half closed when I left earlier, and as I talked to my Chinese friend,I got to feel like it was the middle of the night. Plus we were having one of those conversations that you are likely to have in the middle of the night ;)
Two hours later, I "emerged" from that different universe (我很高兴，我们可以说巴!), my head filled with questions and missing my friend a lot, because we are so far apart on the planet.
So it was the still-very-sunny end of a sunny afternoon in Paris. it was like... a different day; because I had been through 2 hours of night. Tried to get back on track with Paris time.
Then I talked to a Brazilian friend on msn; he is coming over to stay in Paris in a few days, so we had a few topics to cover :) Brazil is 4 hours behind Paris time (I think...Vini, o q vc acha?). Although the conversation we had was not "typical" of an early-afternoon-conversation, I still felt it was early there. Earlier, at least.
Then I did some more stuff, and time to go to... what!? it was already 2a.m. ! Bed time long passed.
But I don't regret any second of that Sunday. It's amazing to see how
much traveling you can fit in one day, thanks to public transportation
AND phone AND internet :) Definitely a fun day: got some culture, warm
feelings, and friendship. What else to ask for?
I feel like a painting: different people see me differently; there are infinite ways to represent me. But who am I? Where is the element that makes me exist; how do I know that I'm not just the sum of all the paintings of me? am I really something more than the sum of my thoughts and actions?
For starters, it was a terribly sunny day, which is always a good start.
I went to visit a Museum in Paris, which I had never visited before. Mostly paintings; as I was trying to feel those feelings that the painters supposedly tried to express with colors and shapes, my visit partner pointed out how different two paintings could look, even though they came from the same movement. Two impressionist paintings, side by side, made really different impressions, although both were made with short vertical strokes, light tones, and represented similar sceneries.
Later that day, I came home. In France it was the middle of the afternoon, and a very warm, sunny one, as I said. I got home and called a friend in China. China is 6 hours ahead of Paris, in time zones, so it was sometime around midnight there. Since I had left my shutters half closed when I left earlier, and as I talked to my Chinese friend,I got to feel like it was the middle of the night. Plus we were having one of those conversations that you are likely to have in the middle of the night ;)
Two hours later, I "emerged" from that different universe (我很高兴，我们可以说巴!), my head filled with questions and missing my friend a lot, because we are so far apart on the planet.
So it was the still-very-sunny end of a sunny afternoon in Paris. it was like... a different day; because I had been through 2 hours of night. Tried to get back on track with Paris time.
Then I talked to a Brazilian friend on msn; he is coming over to stay in Paris in a few days, so we had a few topics to cover :) Brazil is 4 hours behind Paris time (I think...Vini, o q vc acha?). Although the conversation we had was not "typical" of an early-afternoon-conversation, I still felt it was early there. Earlier, at least.
Then I did some more stuff, and time to go to... what!? it was already 2a.m. ! Bed time long passed.
But I don't regret any second of that Sunday. It's amazing to see how
much traveling you can fit in one day, thanks to public transportation
AND phone AND internet :) Definitely a fun day: got some culture, warm
feelings, and friendship. What else to ask for?
I feel like a painting: different people see me differently; there are infinite ways to represent me. But who am I? Where is the element that makes me exist; how do I know that I'm not just the sum of all the paintings of me? am I really something more than the sum of my thoughts and actions?
