To stay in touch and share with my friends the latest news about : my new life in Paris, becoming a cook, recipes, restaurants, wisdoms and insights (if any gained). The title is an allusion to Hemingway's book about his early years in Paris. He was writing just around the corner of my new home in the Montparnasse cafes....
Je suis dans les cartons ! Litterally translated : I am in the boxes. Here you can see why. I hate the last days before moving, and just wish it was already all over and I could start to decorate the new appartment in Paris...
Since this morning at 8 a.m. my little sister can now be called "Frau Doktor Bosse" as she passed her final exam for her thesis that awards her this title. Well done little sister. Super, Schwester Gabi. Herzlichen Glueckwunsch ! I had sent her a T-shirt as a gift, that I wanted her to wear for work in the hospital today, but she said she wouldn't. Really don't know why.... Warum nicht ????
I found this poem a couple of years ago in a magazine, cut it out and fixed it in my bathroom, so that I would read it first thing every morning...
If I were able to live my life anew, In the next I would try to commit more errors. I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more. I would be more foolish than I've been, In fact, I would take few things seriously. I would be less hygienic. I would run more risks, take more vacations, contemplate more sunsets, climb more mountains, swim more rivers. I would go to more places where I've never been, I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans, I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those people that lived sensibly and prolifically each minute of his life; Of course I had moments of happiness. If I could go back I would try to have only good moments.
Because if you didn't know, of that is life made: only of moments; Don't lose the now.
I was one of those that never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle, an umbrella, and a parachute; If I could live again, I would travel lighter.
If I could live again, I would begin to walk barefoot from the beginning of spring and I would continue barefoot until autumn ends. I would take more cart rides, contemplate more dawns, and play with more children, If I had another life ahead of me.
But already you see, I am 85, and I know that I am dying.
(maybe by) Jorge Luis Borges (I've seen discussions on the internet, questioning whether he's really the author)
January 27th 2006 was the day I visited the Ferrandi school. As I walked through Paris that night I fell in love (with the city), and when you are in love, you see more beautiful things than usual. I took this picture on the Place de la Concorde. It reminds me of this very special feeling I had when anticipating my new life as a culinary student in the beautiful city of lights.