The weekenders
by David Iselin
Coffee in Italy. Autobahn in Switzerland. Searching for a radio station while driving. Reading the review of Jonathan Franzen’s new book on Karl Kraus. Drinking white Merlot. Playing silly card games. Jumping into Lake Maggiore. Eating stuffed peppers. Listening to Georges Brassens:
En ce temps-là, je vivais dans la lune
Les bonheurs d´ici-bas m´étaient tous défendus
Je semais des violettes et chantais pour des prunes
Et tendais la patte aux chats perdus
Ah ah ah ah putain de toi
Ah ah ah ah ah ah pauvre de moi
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