Paris story

While at the saloon, you will receive a text from Pask, inviting you for breakfast. You will accept.

The following day, you will go, using line 8. You will hesitate in front of her main door, untill she finaly comes and opens the door for you.

After a tremendous breakfast and a little talk, she will propose you to go to the market, and there you will go, untill time has come for you to go back to the saloon…

Waaaaaaaitiiiiing at the stand, bip bip, bip bip, text announcing invitation to gnam gnam parisian (paskisian) breakfast!, clap clap!, then ZZZZZ till next morniiing whenyawn fast fast on boaarrrdd on line 8 till pask main dooOOHr gulp! And there was this little mAn typing-typin the code in the sssststreet and drrrrr drrrrrr nothing happened, grr grr, why?, because he only had to puuussh the door (yes!) and oooh ta-daaaa, there was pask. They bla-ed bla-ed bla-ed and sent down glu glu and he tried to din don dan a wooden xylophone (made by a friend-friond-friand of her). Un peu plus tard she (snap! idea) took him took took down the scratch scratch wooden squeak-stairs and they anf anf skidded to a market where hoooooow maany people were clanging rumbling talking selling grabbing fruits and any sort of things till midday time to crunch and back sigh sigh to work.

Articles:
the, a, an.
Nouns:
body, tower, dance-hall, visus, perception, Paris, Western, stone, books, people, mind, reindeer, inhabitant, de-westernalization, glasses, Paas.
Adjectives:
blind, short-sighted, false, limitato, detached, far, friendly, lighted, nice, little, huge, absolute, italian.
Verbs:
see, hear, explain, follow, represent, be, bring, take, understand, inhabit, think, consider, trace, face, touch, come, cross, exist, draw, like, open, remember, beat.
Punctuation:
,.?-:’
Curious expressions:
Paris-out-there
Visus limitato
De-westernalization
Nice-little-squares-dance-hall
Bookcrossing stone
Stony phenomena
Dancing-social phenomena
non-philosophical people.

Since my body inhabited Paris and since I and my body were one and the same it followed that I, too, was an inhabitant of Paris rather than of a space inside my head representing a Paris-out-there. Nevertheless, they should have put a tower somewhere and I couldn’t see it. And I’m not blind. If I had been blind, however, rain could have brought out the contours of everything to my perception as well, but as it wasn’t raining even a reindeer could understand that we are facing a false problem now. The true question is: why, being short-sighted, wasn’t I wearing glasses? And the answer is: because I like my visus limitato, yes. In other words, it’s a matter of de-westernalization of the self. Merleau-Ponty tried to explain to us how is sedimented in the Western societes the problem of considering perception as one of how anything can be translated or cross over from the outside to the inside, from the macrocosm of the world to the microcosm of the mind, even if such a separation doesn’t exist at all, and the fact is properly that I was in Paris, and thanks to my short sight I could remember me that there wasn’t a Paris out there, detached and far from me as an object of vision. Hearing Paris, you could think to be immersed in it, seeing the same Paris you could think to be faced to it. BUT seeing Paris with a visus limitato could prevent you from perceiving it as something far and detached. Now you can understand that I was opening up myself to Paris, and you’d not be surprised to see that I finally could see the tower. It was a friendly, lighted, tower. And where did those sounds come from? There were nice-little-squares-dance-hall along the Seine and Paas was taking me there. We went by a huge bookcrossing-stone and I can’t remember if I touched it or not: could this help me to improve my comprehension of the boundaries of my body? Reversing the perspective, could my body be traced by my comprehension of it? And what about the connection between crossing the self and crossing the books? It is a commonplace in non-philosophical people to draw an absolute distinction between the domains of stony phenomena and dancing-social phenomena, instead there is not such a dualism.

I’m a philosopher, and I was in a dance hall with Paas and someone wanted to beat me because I’m italian.

I was running in a street, having totally forgotten mOz existed. Then, a little boy came toward me and gave me a letter mOz had written to me. It said I was very late for our meeting, and he was already waiting for me in Gare de Lyon, on platform D. So I went there, walking slowly, and we crossed each other, in the stairs of the train station.

A few texts were exchanged
And then we met
On a metro platfom

We walked and no one could tell me the name of that king.

Back to normality, to real world, I suddenly forgot the saloon. Coming out from metro Paas, at once, demanded for explanations about my connection with such a strange world as a fashion saloon. Everyone would have claimed the same answers, me too and, by the way, I’m asking for such answers to myself even now as well. However, her curiosity must have been disappointed: even if I had expected to be asked about such a strange world, of course, I have no concrete connection with such a strange world, and so I didn’t have so much to say about such a strange world: it is such a strange world! Ok, to know something else about my connection with it you must wait when I’ll have put the proper entry under “give explanations about…” etc. Now, back to Paas. She had, I’m glad to say, but little interest in such dimensions of vacuity and so we changed subject soon.

Let me say that Paas is a walker, a fast walker, no hesitation, a skilled great fast walker! Her plan of action should have been this: we had to make our way step by step along the parisian pavements and traffic lights were indeed continually being skipped over across the streets and she didn’t seem to take care of them. I announced to have got gifts for her, but they remained closed in my little bag because I was hungry. We chose a brasserie with an unpleasant waiter and Paas began to face a mountain of fried fishes. I took out my presents and she laughed at my gadgets (consider only this example: a postcard with my logo-face on, my logo-face, YES) and then we talked about HIM with serenity, ehm, a bit of serenity, and we went out at last to go on walking with serenity. I asked her to bring me along her life’s paths and so we came to the oldest area of Paris where I most liked her historical accounts, apart from the fact that she didn’t know the name of a King. Don’t ask it because she won’t tell you.

When we reached the Seine I wasn’t able to see a tower just in front of me.

Gare de Lyon.
Platform D.
Platform D, in Gare de Lyon. That’s where I was waiting.
A text.
From him.
A text from him, this is what I got.
A text.
To him.
A text to him, proposing to meet halfway, that’s what I sent.
Run.
Quai de la Rapée.
Run to Quai de la Rapée. That’s what I did.
Me.
On a platform bench.
Me, on a platform bench, that’s what was in Quai de la Rapée, a few minutes later.
Him.
In the metro.
Him, in the metro, entering the station, that’s one of the other things there were in Quai de la Rapée, a few minutes later.
And meeting, that’s what we did.
It’s the conclusion.
Logical conclusion.

Having been worked all day in a fashion saloon (a fashion saloon, YES) I was at a point of destruction, pondering carefully on the idea of suicide jumping into the Seine River (as in those romantic bridgefilms). But fortunately I had a rubber ring: my parisian appointment! And therefore I got finally free from my mad coworkers. I collected all my strength left and threw myself along the metro, but I was late, as usual, speaking about a ”theorical meeting time”. Exactly I was on a green line when something got wrong in the segment Place d’Italie-Bercy. When I woke up I found myself in a poor gallery under the Place itself. At that moment I received a text from her, suggesting to meet halfway on the platform (on the platform, YES). She was so kind and considerate with me, wasn’t she? I got out of the train and she was right there on a bench.

And she walked towards me.