Living in England, proved to be perhaps, too much, of a non-interest {as maybe with, the very fact, that Mozart and Robin, were not around}. What to do, with my days, was part of my worries, knowing that, a bored soul, in England, is pretty much too, a murderous one. Living in England, is easy {if one, truly understands, its history}, for while too even, they have pretty much, being home bound folks really, the key or secret really too, of enjoying life in England, has always had to do, with having, a rather beautiful even, woman, by ones side. Traditionally, these women, have always been, of the Celt mold. It was therefore left to me, perhaps in all to say, to find myself, such a woman, with the first place, my resorting in doing this, being, the Internet {and perhaps in all too really, the very world, of Internet chat}. Simply look around, find a Celt looking damsel, and engage, in mindless Internet chat, as a way, of keeping busy {a way of life, that truly does work, as with Internet dating sites too, in England}. Finding none of such women, on the Internet, I turned to look out, for Celt like women, as with the case, of celebrities, or even, the London financial district, and in all too really, write them, amorous letters, of their loneliness, my ‘loneliness’, and our “loneliness”. This, I was lucky to find in all possible, as with my perhaps, innate belief that, beautiful women in all, are actually, rather truly, attracted to me {and would have me, have my way with them, in one way, or another} {a belief too, that I believe also, separates me truly, from the rest, of Manhood out there}.
Finding none of these lassies, would reply to me {not even, a death threat of any kind even}, I got back somehow, to living in and about, England itself. Traveling in and around, England itself, from York, to Ipswich, to Canterbury too {as with perhaps even, attempting to commemorate in all, Geoffrey Chaucer}, and even Bath {with Liverpool, and Blackpool, avoided in all, due to my deeming them, Football cities, of one kind or another} {in my opinion too, the idea of a Sport city, fails to work totally, in England, with they in all, as with my Arthurian instincts really, better of, being, Bookstore cities} {lots of good books out there to read, but Soccer today, is the same match played all over, with different weather conditions, referees, and perhaps different balls too}. Perhaps too, all this, my traveling, was premeditated in all, by my seeking out even, adventures, of the Chaucer kind, as with the strangest perhaps, happening to me really. While outside London {and in London too pastly} {as with most, of the rest of Europe}, one perhaps, best centers themselves, by seeking out, the Mayors Office, and somewhat attempting, to be acquainted, with their ways {that in all, gives one, an idea, about any European city, they might visit}. Having done that, in any city I visited, the next part of it all, was as with, Chaucer really, truly awaiting even, lightening, to strike me down. Walking around, most English cities, I could not, help but notice, how backward, the people really were, based truly, on the cultural formations, they adhered too {rather Canadian, and based around, food based group formations, as with this, being a form even, of segregation, and foods based establishments too really}, while, pastly really, England, has always adhered, to, Arthurian formations, of the two ‘boys’ one ‘girl’ formation kind, or even daringly perhaps, the one ‘boy’ three ‘girl’ formation {and formations too, rather Chaucer like, in their ways}. These formations truly, as with mystical happenings even, probably in all, would precipitate, the striking by lightening, of one.
Nothing much, happened to me, in food eating England {and an obesity rate to go with}, but fortunately perhaps, I did get to meet, what some do term, Yobs {and not blokes either}, who in many ways, appealed to me, from their sensibilities, structural formations, and even, mentalities too really, as with they, truly, still very much being, ‘Dickensian’ {that being, about Dickens actually}. Most of England though, had fallen to the side {as with they pertaining, and pretending still, to be England}, when their sensibilities, structural formations, and mentalities even, being in all Canadian, American, and finally, British {as with modern Britain, and not, Dickens either} {this too, is perhaps the key, to understanding, how poor the living is, in England today, with structural formations, being mainly actually, lower Middle Class American}. I was cool with them, the Yobs, as with they even, asking me, where I was coming from, and with my replying, I was more or less, Qatari, but living, within Kenya. That seemed to satisfy them, as with they actually really, not truly buying it {as with perhaps, the Dickensian logic of, ‘why live in Kenya, when you can live in, Qatar?’}, which is rather, a sociological way of thinking, rather than, the psychological really. In many ways, seeing Dickens world in England today, as it is, led me in many ways again, to see, how truly, England had fallen, knowing that, the Dickens world, with it truly being, one of the lowest cultural existences, in Englands history, it was still much better, than the England of today, culturally {as with England today, being nothing more, than high taxes, poor living conditions for a so termed first world country, and even, an illiteracy rate, arising really, from Englands failed attempt, to industrialize, along, the lines, of Germany} {and new ways of living arising too, based around, this failed attempt to industrialize, as with many in England today, believing any form of schooling, a waste of time, and spending their time really, chasing, easy money}. For the Yobs atleast, as with being streetsmart even, they did atleast give America, the Tommy Hilfiger world.
I did not travel too much after that, 7 months into my stay, deciding to face London, rather than waste my time, dealing with the hopeless even {culturally that is}, Canadian sensibilities, that abounded all around the place {England}. My travel into London, a cesspool perhaps, I was historically rather, well acquainted with {along the lines too, of Kardecisim, and my being able even, to see, into the past, on walking into, a historical building, of any kind for example}. What to do in London, is what, most who do travel there, actually do ask. My thinking on the otherhand, was, whom to be in London, as with my knowing really, that while in London, things happen to one, and one actually, does not make things happen truly. Knowing this beforehand, on whom perhaps, better to be in London, my thought was none other, than probably, Nicholas Nickelby himself {unharmed and untouched really, in knife ridden London}. Most truly don’t know, what to think of London today. For many, as with the most false of thinking even, London, is believed, to be on an upward trajectory {as with it remaining, forever even, a widely media driven popular City}. Those who believe this, have no idea, what London, truly was all about, but in all actually {as with being blinded by media today}, truly live, in the most decrepit even, City, in probably, the whole wide world too. Most see London today, as with knowing how it truly functions, from three main powers: the British Government, the British Militaries and Police/Security, and finally, what they do term, Internal Affairs. Structurally though, the best way to view London, as it is today, is seeing it from, its Transport networks, its Hoteling & Restaurant Industries, and finally, National Corporations {as with they even, being owned partly, by a Government, always in debt}. That’s London, today, and as decrepit mess too really. At the very heart of this though, and as with Internal Affairs even, is the m15, and m16 too {with most not knowing, what Internal Affairs, truly stands for; it actually in all, stands for, ruthless spying even, of any kind, as with the Privacy itself, being a totally alien experience, in London today} {the ruthless spying too, of anyone, deemed in all, a security threat, of even, the slightest kind really}; a London, filled, humorously enough even {as with whom did pay for all this}, with Street Cameras, in just about too, every corner to be seen. That’s London, as truly perhaps said in all actually, the worlds most driven, Media City. A London too, not worth paying attention too, as with knowing even, that not only, is Knife based crime, nearby one always perhaps {as with infrastructure really, associated mainly, with National Corporations and hiring}, but also knowing too really, of its kind of backward social life {night clubs even}, that are actually, associated, with its Transport networks {with its Hoteling & Restaurant sectors on the otherhand, truly associated only, with its rich and wealthy}.
That in all, the above said, is how, most do know London today {as with being modern}, but would perhaps in all too, fail, to acknowledge it as such {as with being, politically correct}. Traditionally though, the correct way to view London, has always been, from the trilateral formation, of Buckingham Palace {and the Queen of England perhaps}, Londons Financial district {and Richard Branson even}, and finally, the London Bridge {but especially, the Thames really} {with the Thames, and the London Bridge too, being highly symbolic, of Londons communications and personalities in all, and a sphere, I believe, as an Arthurian, I am truly acquainted with}. That’s London, as it was, in the good ol’ days, with the Thames actually, being more of my kind of place, than Buckingham Palace. Structurally though, old London {as they once did call it}, could best be viewed, as follows: the Moteling & Eateries Industries, London Society {it being Arthurian, English, and even Saxon}, and finally, Recreation based lifestyles {of the Polo, or even, Bookstore kind really}. That’s how really too, old London, once was, and on my getting there {and knowing too, of the rather steep Hotel prices}, my first act, was to make my way towards, any Motel, and of any kind really {knowing London, to have truly perhaps, the worlds best motels really, and at very affordable prices too, and in general really too also, how visitors to London in the past truly, lived: in the motel}. All this done too, while transversing, the huge mess really, that is Londons, Transport networks {as with they, truly being, at the heart, of the rather huge decrepit mess, that is London today}. Finding a motel in all, in London, is rather easy, as they are actually, thousands even, of them, through out London, and going together too, with rather, good living standards in all. I arrived at a Motel {as with my saying, any, to the taxi driver}, and once inside, with the money I had, got down to settling in, and in all too, seeking out primarily, a map, of London itself. My first night, was to be spent, in a Motel actually, within, the City of London itself.
Once settled in, and having read, some of the popular English/British magazines and newspapers {the only thing, truly, worth checking out, in London today}, I decided in all, it was time truly, to actually, visit London, as with making my presence felt, and as with Nicholas Nickelby too, knowing truly really, that, the only way, to appear noticeable in London, is to act, like a Jerk really {and put on, a display, of a kind} {a display, and not, a spectacle either, as with that, will get you, arrested, in London today} {spectacles in all truly, are best suited, for Stockholm Sweden}. Being a Jerk in England, is not too hard really {as with ones sensibilities too} {and not mentalities actually}, and perhaps, the most famous of all jerks in England, have always been, of the Italian mold. Having jumped into a Bus {knowing this, to be the best way, to travel my London}, I make way, towards, the London Bridge itself {just to somehow, get a feel, of London itself really}, and in many ways too, think really, of what, to do with my time perhaps, in London itself. Most today, tend to view London {as with its history really}, rather erroneously, from Victorian and Elizabethan era, beliefs, of the history of London itself {and beliefs too, that speak of, all kinds of famed peoples, as with the belief, they truly, made, and defined in all, London }. The truth is though, Londons history, has always intimately even, been linked, with the Thames actually {and the ‘1649’ London Bridge}, as with not only transport mechanisms really {and the history, of European transport even, as based on technology really}, but also, the history really, of Recreation based activity, in London itself {as with the Thames truly feeling, like a sea actually, and not, a river}. From Polo, to even, layabout conversations too. Having introduced myself, to Londons Swahili community {as with regards perhaps, to security issues, including, the lone phonecall, from a police station}, I decide, to truly get myself acquainted, with London itself. Being an Arthurian, and identifying even, with the Thames {and ‘London Bridge’}, I decided maybe it best in all, to actually seek out, Arthurian-like society, in London itself. One finds that, while English Society today, is highly celebrity and media filled, Saxon Society on the otherhand, has been taken over in many ways, by Canadians {as with the concept even, of Canadians, actually, being cool}. Seeking out, Arthurian-like Society today, will find one, connected somewhat, to elite Universities, in London, and that in many ways too, as with Londons many Universities, actually does mean, the ‘Imperial College London’, if not perhaps, the LSE itself. Interestingly too, was the discovery, that Arthurian-like society in London, was now truly, in the hands, shockingly even, of the Svenks {or actually, Swedish-English} {amazing truly really, to my sensibilities}. Who are the Svenks, as with modern London Society really? They are the folks, who gave you actually, English Pop music {of the Beatles, or even, Robbie Williams kind actually} {and as with my knowing, ‘Swedish folks’, to be somewhat, ‘wookie’, in the mind really}. With my knowing even too, that the three main structures, associated with London historically {the Thames etc.}, are actually too {all three that is}, associated, individually even, with the Motels & Eateries Industries, the Recreation based lifestyles, and finally, Londons Society too really. As an example, the Thames and Londons Society, gave one, Londons Universities. Buckingham Palace and Londons Society, gave one, Madame Tussauds Museum. On the otherhand, Buckingham Palace, and Recreation based lifestyles, gave one, the Royal House Opera. Thinking of London today, and knowing too, London historically, to be all about, being a Jerk, in one way or another, truly convinced me {as with the Media, being all about hyperbole}, that nothing actually {of interest, or even, as with history too really}, went on, in London today. In all, the only place, I could truly be Jerk perhaps, was to seek out, what constituted, the crossing of paths, of the Thames, and Recreation based lifestyles {having come to discover, that most of Londons Universities, are rather actually, run, in a rather even, private manners}. London, was a place I knew, I would soon perhaps be leaving, and never again really, to return to ever {before that though, I would seek in one way or another, to be, a Jerk, at all costs even}.
My thinking on all this, was perhaps in all, to seek out even, Londons more exclusive spots, as with a London today, filled with all kinds of immigrants, believing themselves, not only Italian, but also, truly failing to identify {as with communications and personalities even}, with the spirit, of the Thames. Where to go then, was the prime question I did ask, while attempting in all, to make a retinue, of my perceived stay even, in London. First off perhaps, were the Parks, where nothing at all did happen, but everything could really {as with the sighting even, of a rather famed celebrity, of the Gwyneth Paltrow kind}. Getting around, an overpopulated London { as with this, being truly, its main political problem}, is not fun at all {as with the African even, being seen, rather innovative in all, with regards, to transport}. Another place perhaps, would be the Golf parks, or even, its rather many, Tourist Lodges {filled even, with conference and meeting rooms, of all kinds really}. A deadend truly in all, as with knowing, that nothing of interest actually, did happen in London, and in many ways hoping, that Chaucer even, would come, to my rescue {and not, turn, my sojourn in London, into roadkill, of some kind either} {in many ways really, when I do envision London, socially even, I truly often see it, from the Dickensian ‘Our Mutual Friend’ view} {a London, somewhat of the Italian mentality, and in many ways too, for those, rather, Individually minded actually really}. Traveling all over London then, found me wanting, to leave early, as with Internal Affairs {and not only, a culture of ruthless spying, but also, it being actually too, ‘Governments’, largest employer} {and with it too actually, employing women mainly really}, had me realizing, that all sorts of Freedom, were actually, inexistent in London today {making it in all, the most boring perhaps, place, in the whole wide world}. However though, I was truly determined, to play the Jerk before my leaving, which started off, with my carrying a Tennis racquet, and some Tennis balls, across the London Bridge, and on my reaching, Londons Financial district, wound up with me, playing actually, a game of ‘Wall Tennis’. My having security stop me, went along, with my asking to speak to the Police, and on their arriving, and my somewhat speaking to them {as with my somewhatknowing them even}, led me to ask “you guys, used to do, the colonial thing back in Kenya”}, as with my identifying really, their faces, as being Colonial Kenya. It did not go down to well, and my attempt to explain my actions, had me stating, that I believed, Prince William {or Bill the Prince as I dared called him}, would be making his way, down the street any time now, and my hoping, to attract his attention in all too really. My reason, given for the game of Wall Tennis played, was that, it was partly too, to attract, female attention, but with my making it known, truthfully even, that it was actually, hot female Police officers, that I actually, did like {and my even somewhat, requesting, to meet any really} {another ‘thing’ really, that I did believe, separated me, from the rest of Manhood even, as with they truly, seeking out mainly, hot models, celebrities, or even, ‘professionals’, as the epitome, of Womanhood}.
What to say of London really? Of the disaster it is today, of the lack of opportunity, or even, the belief actually {as with a population explosion}, that it will all, eventually sink, in no time really {and along, the lines too really, of the Titanic even}. To say the truth, London, cannot be saved, by attempting to improve Government {as with Englands, often, hostile elections}, but actually truly, can be saved in all perhaps, in the spirit really, of the Reconstruction itself {and a Reconstruction, totally laid out even, by none other, than Dickens}. In my opinion, rebuilding London, was actually easy, if London was seen, from its traditional perspectives, and as with reading Dickens too, simply making real, any of the characters, their ways, and economic prospects, as with that, capable truly, of solving, all, of Londons problems {this I believed too, could be made rather real, from the community based perspective, as with London itself being filled, by rather, many communities really}, and from the perspective even, of individual efforts too, Dickens made real then {as with Economic theories}, could best be espoused, by the Prussian styled form of Economics, taught in places, like SSES {the Stockholm School of Entrepreneurship}, or even more importantly, the SSE {Stockholm School of Economics} {forget the LSE, its brains, are more aptly suited, for running, Nairobi} {while those, at the ‘UoN’ School of Economics, are the kind, actually, hired, by the United Nations (UN)}. Dickens and the SSE/SSES, was what, a true Reconstruction, is truly all about. Soon after, I did leave London, after dining on a meal, at an African Indian (Tanzania), Eatery, and reminding them even, of their roots, I made my way out really, with a showing somewhat, of my Emirati passport, as I did eventually make it out of London {and after having spotted too, someone, I believed, was actually, Sharon Stone}, my leaving of England too, was in the same way, I did come in really {that being actually, through, York}.
Bienvenue,
s'il vous plaît faites votre chemin, à travers la sortie
Back to the old stomping ground, Paris France. You know, you know a place, rather well actually, if you can walk around it really, at a Natural pace {and not, casually}. The ability to do this in all actually truly, makes you, a symbol of authority or power even, rather, automatically, within the place {and there are only truly, two places in the whole wide world, I truly, do walk, rather naturally in all: Muscat, Oman, and, Paris, France}. Back to the old stomping ground, Paris, France.
I make my way, out of the Metro station {the Paris Metro, being the only metro out there, I prefer truly using}, and out on, to the streets {of Paris}. Walking the streets of Paris, one does notice, there is not a single vestige, or sign even, of the rule, of either the Napoleons, in Paris today {it in all being as if, they actually even, never did truly exist}. Paris, is a huge place, a metropolis even, and getting around it, for those unknowing, can be a rather big task really. I guess all this, has to do, with how developed, ones Communicative instincts, really are. To understand this better, is to know, that Paris today, is highly based on, Communication networks, and not even {as with history really}, Communication systems. Communication networks, are actually, a low level, of doing things, as with most today, failing to see Paris, as it once was {the grandest place, in Europe}, by transversing it really, based on, Communication networks {and primarily, the Transport networks actually}. Before that, as with the Napoleons, Paris, was totally, based around Communication systems, which not only included, Street Signs {such as plaques}, Road signs {such as a two-way sign}, and even, Food/drink joints {once seen all over Paris, and places to stop in, and ask on all kinds, of questions really}. That was Paris, for those, who used Communication systems {they being in all, rather cultural ways, of doing things}, and at the center of it all, being, the many characters you saw, in Paris itself {and especially, the Musketeer}. Today though, Paris, is totally, Transport networks {as with they even, truly defining for one, what totally, can happen, to one really, while in Paris}.
I guess, the way human beings, do communicate, makes for all, the difference, in how their lives are actually even, lived out. That in many ways, is how, I do judge, the various Cities seen around the world {as truly in all, on how, humans in them, actually, do communicate} {with the English-speaking world in my opinion, being, the worst places truly, to live in}. France once upon a time, as with communications even, was probably, the greatest place on Earth {and primarily too, as with most individuals in Paris, being truly unique, to themselves}. In many ways too truly, this is why, I enjoy truly too, being Swahili {they having, rather interesting forms, of communications in all}. The Swahili world, from a Communications perspective, is more complex, that simply being Shiraz/Shirazi, Bajuni, and Miji Kenda too. There does exist, two more entities, that fully, make up for the Swahili. First off, is a Political class, highly structural in nature {as with they, being in all, totally associated, not only, with the Swahili Sultanates, but also, the various Cities, found along, the Swahili Coast: including, not only those seen in Kenya, such as Lamu or Malindi even, but also too really, Mogadishu, and Dar-es-salaam in Tanzania also}. This Political class, as with the Sultanate even {and having no collective name, other than being identified, on a City basis}, was once, what truly drove, the Swahili world {as with they even, the Political class, being rather famed in all, ship builders actually}. There are however, other collective entities, associated, with the Swahili world, and can simply be called really, Swahili communities. These communities, are found just about anywhere, the Swahili do deem, to be of interest, including too, within Europe itself. They in all, are not simply just Communities, but can be said, to be work units of a kind {their cultural formations, not truly known, to the English language really}, and in all truly, are agents, of the Swahili {as with their having, great communications abilities really}, when the Swahili {Shirazi really}, attempt to make, anything deemed worthwhile, real actually. A communications based formation in all, that once made the Swahili, rather formidable even, all across, Asia itself. Many of these Swahili communities, are known to most out there {having come to be associated, with the Popular cultures, in the western world}. Most probably, have heard, of what they do call, Wave {or New Wave even}, music. Music, somewhat like Dance/Techno music, but actually, having its origins, with Swahili communities, seen especially, in Oman, the Emirates, and even, Tanzania somewhat. To understand Wave music, is perhaps, to understand not only Islam, but also too especially, Sufism {which is the true origin, in spirit and mind, of Wave music actually}. Islam, is something in all, for most really, hard, to comprehend perhaps. Most often, tend to falsely view it, in a rather Institutional manner, and not, Communications based {as the Shiraz and Shirazi too really, often view it}. Islam in all, as with communications, can be defined, from the kinds, Pathways {or branches even}, and forms truly, of it, that do exist. With regards, to the kinds of Islam {and speaking too really, of Islam based mentalities}, you have, Shia, and Sunni Islam too really. Two kinds of Islam, that the western press, often tends to heavily politicize, as with falsely claiming, they are warring factions {and not simply, mindsets even, to adhere too}. With regards to this, the Swahili {Shiraz and Shirazi actually really}, are Sunni, with the Swahili communities though on the otherhand, being actually, mainly Shia {the Bajuni, Miji Kenda, and the Political classes, do not follow, Islam this way, and in all, subscribe actually, to their traditional Swahili, mentalities really}. You then have, what they do term, the Pathways {or branches really}, of Islam. To understand this, is to understand, what in many ways, motivates us, to get up early, and want to live our lives out. In Islam, you have for main undercurrents {Pathways really}, that motivate one as such {they being, Jihad, Intifada, Fatwa, and the Holy War} {Jihad, actually speaks of in many ways, personal rights and freedoms; Intifada, of cultural revolution, and Fatwa, of ways of thought/thinking, and finally, the Holy War, and attempting in all, to avoid, evil, and sheitans too really, of all kinds} {with the Holy War too, actually associated, with what they do term, ‘Mystical Islam’}. All this, is truly, at the heart, of Islam {as not only with, Islam based Scholarship, but also, Islam based schooling, of all kinds really}. It is here again, that the Shiraz and Shirazi, are Holy War and Intifada respectively, and the various Swahili communities, being in all, Fatwa actually {the Miji Kenda, Bajuni, and the Political Sultanate inclined classes on the otherhand, are in all actually, traditional, as with their religions, said in all actually, to be, of Egyptian origins even}. You then also have, the forms of Islam, which speak actually of, communal practices {as with the actual, practicing, of Islam itself}, which is where too, Islam, becomes mainly in all, rather institutionalized. For most, Islam at this level, is associated, with visiting mosques, for prayers of all kinds. For the Swahili though {all of them}, Islam at this level, is practiced, based on what they do term ‘Maandishi’ {religious writings here, which in all, are rather, prayer based too in nature}. It is here too, as with Sufi based Maandishi actually, that Wave music {as a form of religious music}, does originate from actually. A form of music too, that once was, a big hit, in the western world {but emanating actually, from different sources, swahili communities that is}. Music, such as ‘Girlfriend’ by Pebbles, originated, with the Omani-Swahili community {including too, ‘Secret Rendezvous’ by Karyn White}. You then have too, the Emirati-Swahili community, known for a kind, of Wave-pop music, associated, with the likes, of Johnny Kemp {and, of the ‘Just got paid’ phenomenon too really}. With the Swahili community in Tanzania, you have Wave-African pop music, such as ‘Siamini’, by TID. All this though, as with knowing, who is truly Swahili, should not be confused, with similar Wave like music {New Wave actually}, originating, in Oman {and with Omanis, as with the case too of, Janet Jacksons ‘That’s the way love goes’}, or even, New Wave music, once seen, in Kenya actually, and making a splash of some sort, in New York actually {as with the example, of Oran ‘Juice’ Jones, and his hit song, ‘The Rain’}. I myself on the otherhand, as with the Shiraz {and ‘European Moors’ in general}, have been associated, with a Wave-rock music, best seen, with the likes of Bon Jovis ‘Living on a Prayer’, or even somewhat really, Michael Jacksons ‘Beat it’ {they in all too, rather inspired in all, by Mozart too actually}. In all really, Wave music, is simply, Sufi styled music, based highly too, on Sufi based ‘Maandishi’ {such as, ‘A Sufi Saint of the Twentieth Century’}, and in many ways, music too, that goes well along, with Islam based prayer practises.
All the above, is what truly in many ways actually, does constitute, the complex world, of Swahili communications, as with even, Swahili communities {as with they truly too actually, being communications based agents, of a kind}, once even, intimately perhaps, acquainted, with Englands Royalty {including the Queen of England}, and also, Royal Houses, seen all over, Asia really. This is mentioned, as with one knowing, how a life in Islam {highly communications based as seen above actually}, leads, to greater ways of living, as compared, to the Western world {with great heights of living, in Europe, reaching their heights truly, with France, and in many ways too, understanding that, European life, was in general, motivated, by its Communications systems, with those, of the Queen of France, being amongst, the most, superior, seen, in the whole wide world} {personally too, as far as Swahili communities do go, I am attached really, to the Saudi-Swahili community, and the very folks, as with ‘Swahili Global Business’, were responsible, for making, Pepsi, a global phenomenon}.
My thinking of all this, leads me to think, that Intifada, would be a welcome addition, to France today, as with knowing even, that Islam, is not actually truly physical in nature {as with Institutions really}, but actually, highly functional really { as with saying even, ‘Islam works’}, and the understanding that, Islam based Scholarship {as with selection even}, is highly based on, ones sensibilities, and structural formations {or ones really, ways and manners actually}.
Making my way, across the not too busy, streets of Paris {and surprisingly enough, Paris and France today, still having, far more, stronger, economies than those seen, in London and England too}, I can’t but help, not fail to notice, an ‘english-speaker’ Bookstore actually {with perhaps tourist affiliations}, selling, a copy, of Alexandre Dumas, ‘Georges’. Who was Georges actually? Most who know, or ascribe to know really, of French History, often view it {as with recording it even}, from the perspectives, of the Queen, and Kings of France really; they in all though truly, fail, to record French History, from the core perspective, of French Communications {with this truly, being about, knowing, whom the French, truly were, as Communicative beings: the Politician} {this too, as with describing Communicative beings, as vocal beings too, is knowing, that the core English maybe, communicative personality, is the MP, and his asking, of the right questions too really; the Deutschlander on the otherhand, has always truly been, a Minister, and of Parliament even, and ‘his’ ability in all really, to actually give, the right answers}. This truly, is the way, to see, the great Nations {formerly really too}, of France, Germany and England, and as with knowing too {as with the Politician, and the ability, to seek out the truth really}, that it was Georges, that was truly, the most eminent, of French Citizens, and not Napoleon II either. Georges, a famed Politician, master swordsman, and even, top entrepreneur {as with even being, an advisor, to the Queen herself, on such matters} {and entrepreneurship too, being a cornerstone really, of European communications in general, and particularly France, knowing in all too really, the entrepreneur in France, to be a kind, of, Baroque Artist really}. That truly, is how, one should actually attempt in all, to see, the average European {and French person too}, as with their being, natural entrepreneurs perhaps {but chiefly, Politicians truly, in France}.
As I move along, the streets of Paris, and onwards, to my apartment, I can’t but help, notice, the stare of one or two, genuine actually, French women {as with they truly actually, being, French really}, and I momentarily, think of, Dominique, a French woman, whom I have partially, become, acquainted with. I in general though, tend to avoid, French women, as with they truly, being the only women in the world, who truly, do know me, rather well {and even shockingly sometimes, as perhaps as with their being, killers even}. Whom are French Women actually? One could say, that Celt women, being truly, Europes most beautiful and intelligent women, French Women, who are not lacking, in beauty or intelligence either, can be said, to be the most, cultured of women, in the world really {as with even, how they, simply greet one, how they open a door, or even, how they would simply, sign, a document too really}. So highly cultured, it makes one question and wonder, if culture in itself {and as with communication even}, can truly, triumph, over the gaining, of raw intelligences in themselves. Intelligent women, don’t faze me {I perceiving myself, more intelligent than they are, due to my belief, they are in all, somewhat, selfish by nature}, but highly cultured women, to wrangle with even, requires one, to have, the skills and intelligences even, of, a master swordsman. In many ways, I have been avoiding Dominique somewhat, out of a subconscious fear even, as I somewhat do view her, at being at my level, of gender based communications {to understand all this, is to perceive perhaps, how men and women in general, communicate, with each other} {there are those, men and women, strongly stirred even, by a mans or womans body, and highly communicate with each other, based on, clothings and garments, worn really. A way of communicating too, rather ancient, in its ways. There are those on the otherhand, driven to connect to the opposite sex really, based on lips, and the very act too even, of kissing; this in all, is rather American in its ways today, and how, most perceived civilized, men and women to really, do interact actually. France though, did once have, their women and men, communicate truly, from the Heart, as with this referring, to, having similar ways, of doing, just about anything actually really. I on the otherhand, find myself only, connecting, to women, based on their eyes; as with my ability, to see into the soul perhaps, through the beautiful eyes, of a woman, with most women out there, having in all, rather, backward eyes, as with eyes even really, that simply stare} {and not glare even}. Dominique on the otherhand, has eyes, that are capable I believe, of seeing into me, and therefore even, tearing me apart at will {and therefore, my actually, avoiding her, whenever I can}.
I arrive back, in my apartment, in the Republique area, where I have been living, for the last 5 months. I am anxious even, as I get through the door to my apartment, to fill out some forms really, sent over, by a certain Laurent {French actually}, and two wannabe French persons {with my discerning, their being actually, South Americans really}, with Laurent in all, asking me if I wished, to be part, of an attempt, to reform Paris, in many ways really. I am filling out the forms in many ways too, with my thinking even, of my having asked, Laurent later on {I having met him first, two months previously, as with he even, showing up, at my door}, about, getting a job somewhat. I have in many ways, something interesting to tell Laurent, sensing out really, his desire actually, to change Paris somewhat. It again, has to do, with communications, and knowing Paris intimately. The key, to truly knowing your way, around Paris and France, is in many ways, truly too all about, being acquainted, with the kind of Computer Grid Topography, one sees or finds even, in, Grid Computing {with the Star topography, being truly, the way, just about, anything, in Paris, should run or work really even} {mastering this Topography, is in all, truly, mastering Paris, in most ways really}. Knowing this, would enable Laurent I believe, to make real, any ambitions, he might possibly have. I write this down, with the belief, that he will actually too, help me get a job, as with my wanting really, to stay much longer even, than I intended, in France. My intention really even, is to find a job, more or less, along the lines, of a Research Analyst really {as with even, my being actually, a journalist, of a kind}. Something to keep me busy, as with my wanting, to live in Paris actually, rather, than simply stay there.
Paris today, is in a mess. A mess, brought along, by Parisians in all, forgetting {as with their truly even, being French}, whom they are, as with regards really, to communications and Intelligence even. Parisians, and France even, today, are what, some in the anglo world, do call, Frenchies {or people in all, said to have, rather, gay personalities really}. The whole Frenchie identity really, began perhaps, with the introduction of Jazz in Paris {and France}, an American styled Socialite culture, and finally, an attempt really, to integrate, into France and Paris even, all forms, of immigrants, who just cannot it appears, communicate, genuinely, like the French can. A Frenchie identity, that has in many ways, made France’s economy, somewhat lackluster {and even not too productive really}, and the best way to understand all this, is to know, that while the Frenchie identity {as with intelligence even}, is highly associated, with Frances today Football team, in the past, Frances communications and Intelligence based Identities really, was perhaps in all, best personified truly, by Victor Hugo, and ‘Les Miserables’. ‘Les Miserables’, in many ways, is France with intelligences and communications, as it was, in Georges time, and mastering it, turns one, into a multivariate genius, of a kind {while too Alexander Dumas, in many ways, wrote about, the basic French intelligent being, it is falsely assumed, that Italians are in general too, similar to the French, when in reality, as basic intelligent beings really, Italians are actually, Giacomo Casanova}. While filling in the forms, I wonder how long, it will take, Laurent, to get back to me, or even perhaps, if I should make, the efforts, to seek such employment out, for myself {knowing Paris in a way I like: that one truly, is a true Parisian, if they can communicate to another, in a direct manner, in French-English, or French, and which, I am capable of doing}.
End of Part 8…………………………………….
