It was mid-January. The whole world as coronavirus’ hostage. People wearing masks, people coming back home by 6 p.m., people losing their jobs, and people not finding one.
But there are still interregional trains from 10 euros Paris-Bordeaux. There are some flats, for really modest budgets, on the Atlantic coast that have not seen anyone since your last visit in October.
And you book your tickets, your flat and you leave the urban world full of anguish.
To breathe, to breathe, to breathe.
Good night…
це такий кайф закінчувати десь працювати — щодня приходити на одне й те саме місце, відриватися від нього, зриватися з нього, знову ставати чужою, відступати в анонімність і зненацька, не надто розмірковуючи брати дешеві квитки і зникати світ за очі внікуди майже не думаючи що ж тили не прикриті що їх треба постійно створювати винаходити нон стоп але отой світ-за-очі, дорогоцінна втеча від дійсності в реальну мрію саме тому і є, тому і стають можливими, бо є оця неприкритість
There are so many advantages in instability. My job contract’s been over since November 15; cleaning service that I found and did once in two houses is not needed any more; quite irregular babysitting on Wednesday is completely cancelled until the New Year. I’ve got for the moment no real job proposals. The most important thing is not to panic. It usually works in this way: one week you’ve got some very small jobs here and there, the next three weeks you have nothing at all. You have only to adjust to this rhythm, to these tides of human existence. (At the same time, I still don’t have any idea how to pay the rent for my studio at the beginning of 2020. But it’s too far to think about it.)
In fact, such an instable, from the financial point of view, existence offers you flexibility, creativity, and freedom, not only physical, but also the incredible sensation of being free. In this state of mind I begin to search for opportunities to do things I love. To do those things that I love and which do not require a lot of resources. That’s why the thing I did just before my job was over was to buy cheap TGV tickets to Bordeaux (16+10 euros, Ouigo from Massy), to get in touch with people who rent a studio exactly in front of the Ocean (30 euros x 4 nights). And to disappear in a completely another world amidst the sands and the eternal Ocean, who humiliates our too human passions and our fears.
From time to time, I live through the perfect moments while I’m surviving in Paris. Here’s one of the examples : l’océan (I beg your pardon, the article is in French, but there arenature, photos!).
Just find the cheepest bus to your prefered place and go there. And don’t think of extra money you’re going to spend. The impact you get there is much, much, much more significant and immesurable than miserable money ruling the bigger part of the world.
How to survive in Paris 