il faudra (faut ou faudra?) que je déménage encore et cette vue me manquera
don’t think i’ve even turned my camera on in two and a half months.
when do i start fasting then? i’m in lyon
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i was on the train from Geneva to Bellegarde yesterday when these two started checking everyone’s passport and ID.
they glanced at everyone else’s but when they got to mine, they analysed every perforation and every single cm of every page. the bald one raised it to my face to compare it a bunch of times. he used a magnifying glass of some sort to search for flaws. he raised it into the air and pulled it at both ends to straighten it out. he started flicking the pages and covers with his finger nails (maybe thinking it would start falling apart). his colleague joked that they were testing out new techniques. he held it up against the light. he pretended to hand it back to me, and when i went to take it, he passed it onto his colleague who then repeated the whole charade for another five minutes. they spent more time on me than they did with the other 60 passengers combined.