Monday, July 25, 2005

Announcing General Strike

It's too hot. I've given up. My trip on the RER B last week was like receiving mouth-to-mouth from the entire car. For forty-five minutes. Only two windows that would open. After twenty minutes, I felt sweat dripping down my leg, and realized that it wasn't my sweat.

I've started walking. Everywhere.

In sum, I have no choice but to go on strike. More stories once this city's ready to put a couple layers of clothing between us.

2 Comments:

Blogger Ludivine said...

AUGH. That gave me the bad kind of shivers.

6:36 AM, July 25, 2005  
Anonymous Sierra said...

Ewwww. I feel your pain. A couple of weeks ago when it was 30+ degrees there was an accident voyageur at Cité (i.e., they accidentally jumped or were accidentally pushed). Everything was out between Châtelet and Montparnasse. So all us line 4 orphans piled onto the RER B during rush hour. Fun, fun, fun...

7:05 PM, July 25, 2005  

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