Airport life
January 17th 2016 the journey begins. I am 22 and freshly out of college. I’ve never been one for comfort, but my itinerary to Bali is just a joke. Three days in between airports and international skies.
Tijuana Blues is a personal project which is, up to this date, still undefined.
These are my impressions and opinions on everything and everyone.
And sometimes I will contradict myself and sometimes I will talk non sense and sometimes I will certainly write things I will regret later.
But this is strictly my point of view and I do not intend to educate, indoctrinate or impress anybody.
This space was created solemnly because il faut de temps à autre que je me défoule.
January 17th 2016 the journey begins. I am 22 and freshly out of college. I’ve never been one for comfort, but my itinerary to Bali is just a joke. Three days in between airports and international skies.
It’s been some time since I don’t write. It’s been some time since I don’t do much really. I am in a train heading to Marseille. After, I must take another train to Hyères and finally, a bus that will take me to my destination.
Not that I don’t consider myself working class, but I think my 5 years in uni, 2 years masters, and three languages should have got me something better than this shit.
