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Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 9, 2011 at 3:10 PM

Phobia

Once in Paris, I was going to a venue reading poetry, the hotelier told me to take

the subway as it was easy. After being a fender for busy people I found my train

and suffocated. First stop, I ran off and found myself at a strange part of the city,

sweating and shaking like d drunk who had been on a bender for a fortnight.

Phobia! I didn´t even know I had one, my pipe dream of being a u-boat captain

had sunk in a hole of terror. My instinct, when lost in a strange place, is to find

the nearest tavern/bars, there are many taverns in Paris it was easy to find one.

I had Pernod, not that I like this drink, but after all I was in France; to blend in

I wore a black beret given to me by a relative of my wife who runs a hat factory

in Lyon, and I had had garlic bread for breakfast. But was unable to lift the glass,

my left hand wouldn´t let me, the right hand blankly refused and pretended to

be lame. Finally hiding, behind the Guardian- an English newspaper for people

who see themselves as liberal socialists-. I gulped down the horrid drink. It did

wonders. So I ordered a whisky, I was a hero, nothing could scare me as I walked

bravely out into busy streets full of people who looked at me as if they had

not seen a beret before, and looked for a taxi.

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