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Entered on: December 20, 2004 by BigFatty
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Parting shot of Grenoble?.. Here is the view of my dorm from the city. Pretty dramatic. My room is the second from the right, top floor. My understanding is the building used to house military officers. It is all a part of a military fortress that sits behind my building, further up the mountain. The Bastille was built around 1500. My building is about 200 years old.
I wished I had more time to say goodbye. The last few weeks were packed full of projects, tests, studying, and exams. I finished my last project on Friday afternoon and left on Saturday. I did not get much sleep the last few days, with all the studying and stress and all. I got maybe 6 hours of sleep over 3 nights ? that?s no exaggeration cuz one night I did not go to bed at all. On top of all the school work, I had to pack up my shit and close out all my accounts to prepare to move out of the country. The cool thing is I still have a French Bank account that I can keep forever for free.
One of the last nights ended pretty shitty ? me, some friends and 5 police cars. It all started good enough on Thursday night. Wednesday was our last exam so on Thurday we went out for our last Raclette night. Tasty as always! Afterwards, I was stuffed and tired, and just wanted to go home and sleep. But, for it to be a shitty night, I went out to a bar for a goodbye party. I was not having a great time, and did not have anything to drink even. I was just there to say goodbye to my friend Lorna. Around 1:00 the trouble started. Gwen, a nice Canadian girl, came up to us and said some guy tried to pickpocket her wallet. She grabbed it has it came out of her pocket, and said the guy took off. A little but later these two Arab guys started giving this American girl shit, being very disrespectful. I stepped in, and they started in on me. I was trying to diffuse the situation, but I did not know what the fuck they were saying. They were just trying to be bad-ass, but I was not impressed. Luckily my French buddy, Gael, was right there. I figured he?d like me know when they were about to hit me. Gael told them if they hit me, he would not be very happy. These pukes realized there were two of use and left. I was really finished now and started rounding the troops up: Me, Gael, and 4 girls. Outside the bar, Gwen realizes her phone is missing, and links it to the pickpocket, which were the same guys giving us trouble before. How arrogant can you be? Steal someone?s phone (and tried the wallet) and still go back to them and fuck with them. Gwen is a tough girl and was not about to let these guys get away with it. She marched back in the bar and demanded action from the bartender. He locked down the bar, not letting anyone out. He searched the two pukes and got Gwen?s phone back. I was waiting outside, and out she came. We thought the police were called, so we waited for them outside. Inside the pukes were trying to get out. The two bad-ass girls, Gwen and Christine, sick of these guys shit, blocked the door, so they could not get out. These guys were going nuts ? trapped like caged rats, banging up against the door and shit. They barman was inside wrestling with one of them, and finally he asked the girls to let him out. This dumbass, does not leave. He tries talking to Gwen, trying to put is hands on her. We were getting between them, and the barman was helping too. The second Arab puke comes out of nowhere and body-checks me out of the way. That pissed me off. He ran behind the group and started wrestling with the barman. Gael and I jumped in and tried to settle it down. I did not want to get into a fight on the last night there, then have problems not leaving the next day. It was also very apparent that the police where not called! I guess the bar does not like the bad image? But look now at the soon to be brawl out in front! - Dumbasses. Tatiana from our group did call the police and they came quick enough. The first puke was smart enough to walk away, but puke 2 still wanted to play badass. He got cuffed. 5 police cars showed up, and to make a long story shorter, the guy was let go later. We got the phone and wallet, so he had nothing on him. It was bullshit. Meanwhile, Tatiana gets to live in the same neighborhood as this guy, who is obviously looking for revenge. He started it, the dumbass. These guys just need to be shot. They add no value to society, and just create pain for others. So that was one shitty way to have a goodbye sendoff.
Anyway, I am here in Budapest. I slept a whole lot. I have been eating homemade Hungarian food ? Goulash was my first dish. I am now waiting to see if the French can deliver my 2 packages here. There was a huge production in the post office when they could not figure out a way to affix the label on my cloth duffel bag.
I don?t mean to seem negative. The bad experiences are more interesting to read than the good ones. I did meet a lot of really nice and generous French, and many I consider my good friends.
It is time to put an end to Fatty?s French Photo Album. My adventures are pretty much finished there. But further adventures are yet to be had here in Budapest and beyond. As always, I will keep you informed.
Viszl?t! (See you later!)
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