Susu's magic trunk

The inner memory lane.

I ordered a ticket during the fall, and I was longing so much for the day to come. I was going to visit a friend in Geneva, last winter. Post-Christmas. I eventually convinced her younger sister to come with me, and she did. When I took my first steps at the airport, I was attacked by new impressions. My friend came to pick us up since we had no idea how to get to her apartment. After we’d settled down, for a couple of days, we we’re invited for dinner. Fondue, to be exact. And I met this incredible guy. Really, he was so funny, was very polite and nice, so open and happy. He told us stories and made everyone laugh. It was great. The wine might have contributed with some spontaneous laughter attacks, but that’s another story… He showed us how to eat. Take a piece of bread and simply dip it in the melted cheese. Here’s the thing, I love cheese, but now that I’d basically limited my daily intake of food to cheese and bread, I really wasn’t up for anything like this. But I ate. And almost threw up. That’s the bad thing about being a cheese lover. My body does this little special thing called throwing up, when being fed with too much fat, in this case, cheese. Later on, he walked the three of us home, and then we kissed good bye, but it wasn’t that kind of kiss. It was the cheek thing, just so you know if you assumed we were doing something else. Anyway, if you think our night was over, it wasn’t. We left her sister at home and met a few of my friends, friends. We had some wine again, and then went to this awful place which I’m not even gonna talk about, and finally to a nice place called Omnibus. We all drank Kir and talked a lot. It was great. Though it was not that much fun to walk home in the middle of the night since it was kinda cold. But it was nice. I totally loved that trip. That day, it snowed so much. It was the only night I’d seen Geneva covered with snow, and it was a sight to remember. Definitely. It was on my way home, on the train today, when I came to think of this trip. The guy who sat in front if me reminded me of that guy. I’ve been remembering so much from the past, my childhood, lately and it’s been driving me a bit crazy. Memories are so abstract and so hard to concrete them. And you can’t relive them again, but you’ve got your memories to remind you. And that’s nice.

posted by Susu @ Monday, October 09, 2006