Friday, May 25, 2007
* "Take your things and go (Ferreira)"
I've got my ticket booked, I am outta here, this place is on a one-way ticket to hell. Finis en klaar.
I really don't feel welcome in France anymore. I could stay and fight; but it's not my battle. I could help the troops here, but my place is back home. The restistance, for me, will be far stronger amongst my own people, who already know how to fight. Europe is already lost, as far as I'm concerned.
Yes, I'm leaving France with a sour taste, but hey, I've got far more important work to do elslewhere and it is time for me to leave.