Août 2007,Emei shan, Sichuan, Chine.
That's it. I'm done. Once more, I couldn't wait to know what's beneath my feet. Once more I felt attracted by the emptyness over te edge. Once more, I chose an acrobatic life without a security let behind. I'm half naked on the extremity of my life. It's windy ; it's cold. I should have kept my shirt. My pair of pants is wet because of the rain... In my back pocket, I can feel the abnormal weight of my passport. It's heavy. I hold my plane ticket in my hand. If I stop grasping it. I'm dead. If a let the wind of circumstances and hazards of life blow it away, I'm dead. "A l'Ouest de la frontière, au sud de la frontière"... I want to see what there is in the South of the border. Nat King Cole's singing in the bottom of my heart. I want to be there to live it by myself.
At the end of sumertime, I brought a couple of friends in the region I was reared. I led them until the Rocks field... hallucinating decors of an ancient glacier the gathered tonns of rocks, thousand of years ago. I used to play there when I was a kid. I started to walk there. I learned how vain and useless are human precaution... how foolish it's to keep the illusion of security. Each time I go back there, I remember thoses years I spent among nothing. Rocks don't speak. Rocks don't listen. Rocks never do anything. The danger is never something else than what we are affraid of. I fell so many times. But I'm still standing. I gotta carry on walkin'. Never hesitate, never stop dancing, never low my pace down. If I stop, if I try to watch what's beneath, I fall. My escape is ready, but I don't need it. I don't need to think of a B plan since I'm in the right way.
At the end of sumertime, I brought a couple of friends in the region I was reared. I led them until the Rocks field... hallucinating decors of an ancient glacier the gathered tonns of rocks, thousand of years ago. I used to play there when I was a kid. I started to walk there. I learned how vain and useless are human precaution... how foolish it's to keep the illusion of security. Each time I go back there, I remember thoses years I spent among nothing. Rocks don't speak. Rocks don't listen. Rocks never do anything. The danger is never something else than what we are affraid of. I fell so many times. But I'm still standing. I gotta carry on walkin'. Never hesitate, never stop dancing, never low my pace down. If I stop, if I try to watch what's beneath, I fall. My escape is ready, but I don't need it. I don't need to think of a B plan since I'm in the right way.
Août 2007,Champ de Roche, Vosges,
It cold.
Time is up. You had enough to make up your mind Kim. Take a deep breath and go.
I'm jumping
I don't know what is awaiting me.
I don't know what will be written in the next chapter...
I don't even know how many chapter this story will have.
I'm jumping.
Août 2007, Emei shan, Sichuan, Chine.
"Bittersweet Gouffre"
"Bittersweet Gouffre"
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