The Leap

Everything works the reverse  in this strange and friendly land. I feel like I am surfacing from underwater. On the 3^rd day, I stood in front of Place des Arts and watched the inhabitants, unusual faces, different clothes, other colours, smoother sounds. From the glass reflection in the building, a giant inflated octopus waved at me in reverse. Large spheres from Bubble Tea that I was drinking descended down my throat. I am not a tourist, I am not an overseas student, I am a Montrealer now. A brand new one.

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I am a word in a foreign language.

Ruelle Verte

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I ordered my horse to be brought from the stables. The servant did not even understand my orders. So I went to the stables myself, saddled my horse and mounted. In the distance I heard the sound of a trumpet and I asked the servant what it meant. He knew nothing and had heard nothing. At the gate he stopped me and asked: " Where is the master going?" "I don't know," I said, "just out of here, just out of here. Out of here nothing, else, it's the only way I can reach my goal." "So you know your goal?" he asked. "Yes", I replied, "I've just told you. Out of here- that's my goal".

~ Franz Kafka
The Departure