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I didn’t sleep much. The brain refusing to shut down, as usual.

It’s a grey morning in the French capital, where I am supposed tto meet with my good friend Alexandre. I walked a bit to get some fresh air, through the Jardin des plantes, Parisians’ tiny bit of greenery. Well, there’s no much green in that season, but that doesn’t stop the joggers, and it’s still a very appreciated place of silence and calm.

Soon, I’m back to the greyness of buildings, and waiting for a metro, which is the second train of the trip. I arrive at Alex’s flat, and meet back with his roommates. We then proceeded to plan the week where he’ll join me in Sweden quite precisely. As a reference, right now I don’t even know in which British city I will sleep tomorrow.

Later we went for a drink with his girlfriend Stéphanie, like the Four Horsemen that would have left Famine at the nearest kebab. I still don’t understand how people can and want to live in that city, it’s beyond me.

My mood is still not the best today. Hopefully, going abroad tomorrow will fix that.