It's 2:44am, I'm just back from the cinema for "Inglorious Basterds". That's my first cinema in months. Cinemas are way over my budget, but a friend invited me.

The reason why I'm home so late is because it was the last screening and because I walked home, to save on a bus ticket.

I got delayed by someone too. I was walking in a rather lonely street when a voice called my attention. Lying on the sidewalk accross the street was a guy in green sweater, his hand waving at me: "Can you help me". That's when I noticed the wheelchair behind him.

Third world sucks, it shouldn't exist. But it's not so easy to get rid of it.

Send them money to develop agriculture, so that people stop dying of hunger, but they just won't stop. The president-for-life thought it was a better idea to invest in a new presidential palace.

Send them money to build hospitals, so that people stop dying of common flu, and... The president for life invests in a new presidential plane.

In the end, you just send them food and drugs. At least that's something the president-for-life can't make a presidential theme-park with.

Two friends are walking on a footpath in a beautiful undergrowth. The trees are superb, the light is perfect. They walk in an amazed silence.
 
One of them catches sight of a small glade and suggests to walk to it and sit a little. The other remembers that it is forbidden to walk out of the footpath and reminds it to his friend.
 
But the first can't resist to the urge to lie down in this dense grass. He steps over the fence and start walking through the woods.
 

In the past month, North Korea tested a nuclear bomb (or maybe it blew in their hands, the free world just recorded the seismic activity). Iran burst in riots so much that Tehran looks like Paris now. EU elections were held and few people in EU seemed to notice. Hundreds of people died in an Air France plane catastrophe... Well, that's a lot of stuff. You wouldn't expect some meaningless story to turn up in the newspaper.
 

I started tracing as soon as I knew how to walk. I had plenty of what I incidentally called "parcours" around my home that included a couple of waypoint and obstacles and how to overcome them. I was timing myslelf.

I was a very lonely kid.

Then someone from Paris gave a name to that activity. And it created a big fad. That probably sent quite a couple of kids to the nearest hospital: