"Quand on tue le cochon, tout le monde est content, sauf le cochon..."
Vous vous sentez d’humeur morose aujourd’hui ? Je ne peux m’empêcher de vous suggérer d’aller jeter un œil sur ce site aux vertus régénératrices – même si le nom en choquera peut-être certains :
http://www.viedemerde.fr
Alors, puisque chacun est libre d’y aller de sa petite histoire, allons-y (!) :
Dimanche 6 avril 2008, Tha Khek.
Il est 6h15, je me lève très fatigué. J’ai passé la journée précédente, de 6h45 à 1h30 du matin, à mourir de chaud devant mon ordinateur. Nous sommes en pleine saison sèche. J’ai pu écrire 3 rapports, mais il doit bien en rester encore 42 à faire, à des degrés variables de retard…
Je quitte les lieux où je dormais depuis quelques jours. Dehors, il n’y a pas de tuk-tuk - une petite « carriole » arrimée à une moto, le taxi le plus courant au Laos - pour m’emmener à la gare de bus. Les rares qui passent sont pleins.
Après 10 minutes, un véhicule libre arrive enfin et accepte de me prendre. Pour partager la petite partie « passager » avec moi, une tête de vache fraichement découpée et deux jambes. Du sang coule doucement sur le marchepied...
Surprise, la course est gratuite :-) Mais le chauffeur ne m’emmène pas vers la gare, mais dans la direction opposée, à un endroit où je pourrais peut-être trouver un autre véhicule qui pourra bien lui me conduire à destination ;-(.
La course n’est pas donnée, et ce nouveau véhicule roule aussi lentement que… que… songez à l’inverse de la vitesse du train des réformes sous la présidence sarkozienne. La station de bus est à plusieurs kilomètres.
In extrémis, j’attrape le bus alors qu’il a déjà quitté la gare. Je suis heureux de partir finalement dans les temps pour atteindre mon prochain point de chute quelques heures plus tard. Le bus s’arrête juste après le carrefour suivant et se met à poireauter 20 minutes pour attendre d’hypothétiques passagers supplémentaires…
Après avoir enfin quitté la ville, je reçois un coup de téléphone auquel je ne comprends rien à cause du bruit du moteur, des coups de klaxon incessants, de la musique éraillée et à plein volume.
Le bus s’arrête à nouveau pour faire le plein, puis à nouveau ¾ d’heure pour je ne sais quelle raison.
Il y a si peu d’espace entre les sièges que je ne peux pas tenir assis sans placer mes genoux en diagonale et occuper l’espace de deux personnes. Le bus est plein et un dernier passager vient s’asseoir à côté de moi.
J’ai déjà presque 1h30 de retard alors que j’ai à peine quitté mon lieu de départ.
Vie de merde… :o)
Killing the pig makes everybody happy… but the pig…
Feel depressed today? A French website provides a nice remedy to unhappy days by collecting anecdotes of shitty events. Its name, “vie de merde” literally translates as “shitty life”. The address is the following one:
http://www.viedemerde.fr
Since anyone is allowed to witness their own shitty life, here is my own recent story (!) :
Sunday, April 5, 2008, Tha Khek.
I woke up very tired at 6:15am. I spent the previous day, from 6h45am to 1:30am dying from heat in front of my computer. Dry season hits me badly. I somehow managed to write 3 reports, but there might be still up to 42 in the pile, being late to various degrees…
I left the place where I had been sleeping the last days. Outside in the streets, there is no tuk-tuk – a small carriage behind a motorbike which is as close as Laos could produce for a cab – to take me to the bus station. The few vehicles that I see are full.
After 10 minutes, a free tuk-tuk finally comes up and agrees to take me. To share the passenger space with me, the head of a cow and 2 legs, all freshly cut, lie at my feet. Blood slowly drips on the step.
Happy surprise, the ride is free :-) However, the driver doesn’t take me to the bus station, but in the opposite direction, to a location where I might find available vehicles... ;-(.
The ride isn’t cheap, and this new driver drives as fast as… as… just think to the train of reforms under the new French presidency, and reverse its speed. The bus station is several kilometers away…
In extremis, I catch the bus although it already had left the station. I feel relieved I can still leave the city on time and reach my next appointment in a few hours. The bus stops just after the next crossroads, and starts waiting 20 minutes for hypothetical additional passengers…
After finally leaving Tha Khek, I receive a phone call which I cannot understand at all, as it is lost in the noise of the engine, the repetitive blows of horn and the raucous and deafening music.
The bus stops once again to fill its tank, then another 45 minutes for I don’t know which reason.
There is so little space between seats that I cannot sit without putting my knees in diagonal and occupying the space of two people. The bus is full and a last passenger comes to seat next to me.
I am already 1h30 late but just left the departure point.
Shitty life… :o)
Feel depressed today? A French website provides a nice remedy to unhappy days by collecting anecdotes of shitty events. Its name, “vie de merde” literally translates as “shitty life”. The address is the following one:
http://www.viedemerde.fr
Since anyone is allowed to witness their own shitty life, here is my own recent story (!) :
Sunday, April 5, 2008, Tha Khek.
I woke up very tired at 6:15am. I spent the previous day, from 6h45am to 1:30am dying from heat in front of my computer. Dry season hits me badly. I somehow managed to write 3 reports, but there might be still up to 42 in the pile, being late to various degrees…
I left the place where I had been sleeping the last days. Outside in the streets, there is no tuk-tuk – a small carriage behind a motorbike which is as close as Laos could produce for a cab – to take me to the bus station. The few vehicles that I see are full.
After 10 minutes, a free tuk-tuk finally comes up and agrees to take me. To share the passenger space with me, the head of a cow and 2 legs, all freshly cut, lie at my feet. Blood slowly drips on the step.
Happy surprise, the ride is free :-) However, the driver doesn’t take me to the bus station, but in the opposite direction, to a location where I might find available vehicles... ;-(.
The ride isn’t cheap, and this new driver drives as fast as… as… just think to the train of reforms under the new French presidency, and reverse its speed. The bus station is several kilometers away…
In extremis, I catch the bus although it already had left the station. I feel relieved I can still leave the city on time and reach my next appointment in a few hours. The bus stops just after the next crossroads, and starts waiting 20 minutes for hypothetical additional passengers…
After finally leaving Tha Khek, I receive a phone call which I cannot understand at all, as it is lost in the noise of the engine, the repetitive blows of horn and the raucous and deafening music.
The bus stops once again to fill its tank, then another 45 minutes for I don’t know which reason.
There is so little space between seats that I cannot sit without putting my knees in diagonal and occupying the space of two people. The bus is full and a last passenger comes to seat next to me.
I am already 1h30 late but just left the departure point.
Shitty life… :o)
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