It is all because of the distance...

I was talking with Tristan on the phone, while some friends of mine were making falafel and arguing whether they are typical of Lybians or the Israelis. I don't care. In any case they are delicious. I told Tristan that I don't like Kristina anymore because her absence bores me. Yes, her absence bores me to death. I want her to be here and to like me. I drank a little bit, so , I asked Tristan whether he still loves me, as I always do, when I am drunk. I also told him that I have got a new old idol, a new old golden calf to worship whenever I feel like it. I have got my personal jesus, Marylin. Oh, yes Marylin Manson. As I am drunk, I imagine myself sitting with him under the Eiffel Tower. He is telling me some bird stories and all the people ( mostly tourists) are having bridal gowns and dance around us. I told Tristan  that " Champs d'Elysée " means the field of Elysee. I imagined a field near the Eiffel Tower with a lot of cool champagne. Instead of flowers, champagne bottles. So, I and Marylin Manson would tell each other bird stories and drink champagne bottle after bottle.  It is all because of the distance between me and the rest of the world.