Another hitching story: Tom brought me nearly to Nimes, not far from his father’s farm, where he was working this week, dreaming about tractors nights after ( Putain! Chaque nuit je m`reve de les tracteurs!), then several rides up to Bordeaux, too easy.
At a gas station I asked for a ride a big evil-looking man, he agreed, and that was a 4 hours ride of shit: he was a Polish professional soldier from the French Foreign Legion and a killer, fighting in Bosnia as a mercenary, so we talked Russian-Serbian-Polish mixture; he could never return to Poland because he killed somebody there, all the time nervous and swearing, pure hatred, and I was playing my mirror thing as far as it was at least a little bit honest, and first he disgusted me for the «Gypsy life» («Why don’t ya go to Nice, it’s full of Russian mafia there, you could find something to do»), but finally he said I should enter the Legion, sure I’ll cope, just need to shave the beard, cut the hair a little and get clean.
So he brought me to Nantes suburbs, I signed with relief, walked to tram station, looked around and felt desperate – ugly city, gloomy people sick of themselves
teenager boy high on drugs talked to me and announced to others: «I am hallucinating (moi, je m’hallucine!), he went hitchhiking from Nimes!» then run off in some crazy nervous dance throwing legs high and frightening girls on the tram stop bench. I rode to Olga’s place, in the poor quartier Arabe, supposed to be the most dangerous place in Nantes (never anything serious) and drank some beers with friends, then checked mail – nothing from you… I typed Cornies message.
Today at morning I went to downtown and there were no nightmares by the daylight (daymares only), but I do not think I will stay long here…
(Итак, Нант:
Свежая автостопная история: Том подвез меня до отцовской фермы (почти у Нима), где работал всю эту неделю, а потом все время видел сны про трактора (Putain! Chaque nuit je m`reve de les tracteurs!), потом несколько машин до Бордо, очень быстро;
