The One Weekend
Book Series

2010 — Nr. 10
Paris, France

Antoine+Manuel and
Martin Lorenz

Barcelona. After three days of fever delirium and still with a fever of nearly 38, soaked in a never ending dizzyness i find myself in a Taxi to Barcelona Airport, 30 minutes before the departure of my plane to Paris. Barcelona, noisy as always, yet so familiar and hospitable, is about to receive one of the major storms in years that will cost 8 human lives on this weekend, among them 4 children. Like having an intuition of what is about to happen, our plane flies away, shaken by stormy winter clouds, jumping up and down through this cold cotton-like world. This all seems like a dream to me, like a movie I am watching, but not directing. 

Paris – Charles de Gaulle feels like landing in Terry Gilliam’s “Brazil”, an fucked up 80ties like science fiction movie scenery. Paris richness seems to be in harsh contrast to france fuckedupness. No working bus service, no information, no signage language, but mafia transport services, wanting 85 euros for a taxi ride to Paris. … but as well very friendly French soldiers, making this feeling of being lost in translation bearable. 

Paris, overwhelmed by its luxuriousness, as if the royals just left for a moment, substituted for a while by the rich, the whole charm of the city hits in. Good food, nice people, beautiful cityscape, … A+M two hours late. Me, close to cancelling the appointment and sending them to hell, wanting to make some vacation, recover from life, Antoine appears out of nothing, ready to create something exceptional, … and there it is again, the excitement of not knowing what is going to happen, entering a different delirium, a different cold cotton world, lost in creation.