A Be Sea
FRENCH FOR BEGINNERS
I had this idea in my head, when I was told I was going to France, of what it was going to be like. How I would be in a new place.
I had more than one idea. the first was that I would be alone. The second was that I would be set up at some dingy hotel, but let loose on the country to explore.
Every idea I had was wrong.
I am very naive. I have lived a sheltered life. A bizarre, torturous, terrifying, and awful life,
but one set firmly in one (very bad, no good) place at a time. I had never been outside the country on my own.
I HAD NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.
But people don't. I am the same everywhere.
HE SAYS, YOU keep saying sorry
STOP SAYING SORRY
WHERE DID YOU GO
SHE ASKS ME
I DON'T KNOW, SOMETIMES I'M LIKE THIS, JUST A BIT SAD, ELSEWHERE
WELL, COME BACK, BUBBLE
SHE CALLS ME BUBBLE BECAUSE, AFTER BEING BEATEN UP AND ROBBED FIVE DAYS EARLIER, she tells me she has also had terrible luck travelling,
and I JOKE THAT we should both LIVE IN ONE