Ok I believed I had to work tonight, I showed up and they said my shift is in exactly one week, cycling on the way home i thought back a year ago, when I was in France and I had a Car........

I wanted to learn a lenguage and I choosed french, harder than spanish and easier than German I thought back than.

It was a Renault 5 just one year older than I was.
It had no back seats because was a used company car, in france they are often sold to private owners.
I often slept in it laying diagonally with the head in the back corner.
she was fast and in the countryside was a mean of independence.
I was doing woofing (willing voluntary on organic farms(an illegal one).
In the first farm I was working I had a payed job three days a week in a building site, so I could allow myself to buy and mantain this car which was abandoned a few months before by an australian surfer (I believe a strain of his soul was trapped in the machine).
My first car long distance trip was four hundred kilometers with a german Girl (johanna I think was her name) from Montesquieu to Carcassonne and than Collioure, an idilliac old city on the sea extremely popoular between british tourists (luckily was late september and wasn´t so crouded anymore).
I was such a mad driver, and she probably saved my life teaching me how to drive on a highway (with the german approach).
Well the Car had a certain weight on my personality it gave me problems but also endless pride.
Once I had to drive this art collector trough Paris, and there I had the most important and pleasant encounter ever, and from then on I consider myself a Paris proofed driver (altough I still have troubles parking sideways).
The car also allowed me to carry much more stuff than a regoular traveler would have, this ended up beeing a limitation.
A sunday afternoon in mid-january I was trown out from a third farm.
On monday after a cold night in my trunk with not one cent left, my bank card lost,
I had to sell my car for 150 bucks to the only retailer in france open on festivity.

R5
She was gone as it came
trust worthy as I knew her first
I was rich on my two feets
With an eclair in my mouth
The trunk emptied in my backpack.
Waiting for the next train.