...to party?
Anyways, I feel like fighting's a pretty good theme to wrap up this week.
You already know that I had to fight for my friends' visit -- who just left, BIG BUMMER -- and I also had to fight for me and my personal space here in France.
However, as much as both made me very unnerved, uncomfortable, angry and stressed in the beginning, I honestly believe all is for the best now. Two more days of work and then I move back home.
But on a different level of "fighting," I literally saw three outrageous fights in the last 45 hours. Not even two full days.
Yesterday morning when I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off (to close up everything here) I heard obscene amounts of honking coming from the auto-route exit when I was walking on the street to the CAF building. Turns out some old man was driving like an A-hole or something -- come on this is France, don't expect much from the drivers -- when the guy behind him gets out of his car and starts slamming on the window. Even though it was entirely in French, he was telling the other guy off in a very, very foul way. Then it died down and he drove off. All that for cutting someone off.
Situation two happened this morning when we were on the way to Nice on the Promenade des Anglais. Half the road was blocked off and these guys on motorcycles boxed in a good three cars. Man #1 in the middle car gets out and forces his way through the motorcyclists. He then proceeds to open the door of the car belonging to Man #2 who was with his wife. Man #1 lunges for Man #2, intent on dragging him out of his car so he can kick the French out of him. Man #3 on motorcycle pries Man #1 off Man #2, while Man #4 in the car to the rear starts running towards the scene. Then our light turns green and we drive off.
And the third brawl occurred while we were sitting in the TGV, waiting for our train to take off. A big huge group started forming near our platform, because apparently some teenage girl jumped on this really old, senile looking woman. No idea what caused this rise in tension, but she was swearing, throwing fists and lunging after the old woman. Security came running to the scene and pulled her off, forcing her arms behind her back. Then the girl continued swearing at the security officer and spat in his direction. I don't know if it got on him. This causes the other security guard in the little cart to come running to his friend's aide, and then proceeds to viciously KICK the girl in question. That completely shocked Kat, Libby and me. I wish I could tell you how it ended, but again, our train pulled out of the Gare on its way East.
French people are really leaving a good taste in my mouth for my last week here.
Oh and don't forget: Clocks forward tonight for those of you who live here.
Anyways, I feel like fighting's a pretty good theme to wrap up this week.
You already know that I had to fight for my friends' visit -- who just left, BIG BUMMER -- and I also had to fight for me and my personal space here in France.
However, as much as both made me very unnerved, uncomfortable, angry and stressed in the beginning, I honestly believe all is for the best now. Two more days of work and then I move back home.
But on a different level of "fighting," I literally saw three outrageous fights in the last 45 hours. Not even two full days.
Yesterday morning when I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off (to close up everything here) I heard obscene amounts of honking coming from the auto-route exit when I was walking on the street to the CAF building. Turns out some old man was driving like an A-hole or something -- come on this is France, don't expect much from the drivers -- when the guy behind him gets out of his car and starts slamming on the window. Even though it was entirely in French, he was telling the other guy off in a very, very foul way. Then it died down and he drove off. All that for cutting someone off.
Situation two happened this morning when we were on the way to Nice on the Promenade des Anglais. Half the road was blocked off and these guys on motorcycles boxed in a good three cars. Man #1 in the middle car gets out and forces his way through the motorcyclists. He then proceeds to open the door of the car belonging to Man #2 who was with his wife. Man #1 lunges for Man #2, intent on dragging him out of his car so he can kick the French out of him. Man #3 on motorcycle pries Man #1 off Man #2, while Man #4 in the car to the rear starts running towards the scene. Then our light turns green and we drive off.
And the third brawl occurred while we were sitting in the TGV, waiting for our train to take off. A big huge group started forming near our platform, because apparently some teenage girl jumped on this really old, senile looking woman. No idea what caused this rise in tension, but she was swearing, throwing fists and lunging after the old woman. Security came running to the scene and pulled her off, forcing her arms behind her back. Then the girl continued swearing at the security officer and spat in his direction. I don't know if it got on him. This causes the other security guard in the little cart to come running to his friend's aide, and then proceeds to viciously KICK the girl in question. That completely shocked Kat, Libby and me. I wish I could tell you how it ended, but again, our train pulled out of the Gare on its way East.
French people are really leaving a good taste in my mouth for my last week here.
Oh and don't forget: Clocks forward tonight for those of you who live here.
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