My friend J. wrote after seeing my performance by children project with Victoria, That Night Follows Day in Paris last week:
“At the applause my neighbour, a young woman in her mid-twenties, pointing out one kid to her friend: “I want the same as this one”.
In the metro going back home (22h30) 2kids in front of me 8 and 12 maybe, couldn’t stop staring at them, trying to see into their brain, they were so quiet and I was imagining storm inside.”
“I am sitting in hotel at one of those internet things where you put money in. was looking at your blog and time was running out. had to put money in as i was interested in the writer with three line stories thing. started to feel like one of those fair ground things where you put money in to see more – or maybe a peep show – and now trying to write to you with one minute one second left.
Something about time and money featuring in a place where it doesn’t normally occur.
There is a church nearby where tourists can pay a euro to ring the bells- and every half an hour three blind mice play badly across the town.”