We got up very very late that day... Mark had to take his plane back that very evening. I was telling him he should stay because otherwise he would miss the most important thing: the Berghain on Saturday night. He packed his stuff anyway and we just went to a restaurant before he left.
And there, in front of his plate of chips, Mark got a revelation: he shouldn't leave. He had to stay, see Berghain, enjoy his trip. He then said to me:
You know what? Fuck it! I'm staying!
It feels so good to be able to say "fuck" to your own obligations sometimes...
Else, that evening, I ate shark!
It tastes really good!
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c'est tout l'équilibre des mers qui est menacé en les détruisants, c'est comme le thon rouge, en manger, c'est mal.
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