Real story: I have to go to work in the next country, in a festival where friends go also but to enjoy it. i made very clear that no drugs, no anything was to be in my car since there's a border crossing and I can't get involved in that shit since I am expected to work the day after.
It's my car, my job,.. My rules yeah. Also that festival was pretty famous for being the open-air supermarket for everything smokable, sniffable, suckable whatever.
And of course one dude has "quite nothing really, only 2 grams hashish and a half acid". Fuck you dude I said "nothing" not "quite nothing" ffs - so the guy said, "it's okay, I'll put it in my mouth and swallow if we get stopped".
Comes the border crossing, I triple-check him. It's in his mouth all right. And I make him so nervous he swallows when we cross (without being stopped).
He slept the entire remaining 700km, then was angry with me because it was late when we arrived and it was gonna be a chore for him to find stuff right away instead of having time tomorrow because I made him swallow.
He went his way that day, and probably got back by bus. I guess.
We're now 57. At age 25 my SO went to work for MSF in a really remote place - like, no road through the jungle, small airfield served by derelict Russian aircraft, and in the middle of that nowhere, a huge refugee camp serving 2 warring nations.
It's something she needed to do.
The pay was shit, but the local expenses where null, with food and accommodation being provided; her entire salary went into calling once a week for about 20 to 30 minutes (if the phone lines worked). She wrote also, same rhythm like once a week, but I would usually get them as a bunch of 3 or 4.
I couldn't write. Dunno why retrospectively, I just couldn't. Not getting the phone calls was nerve-wracking of course.
She was good at what she did, so in order to have her stay beyond the scope of her original mission they offered a Logistics position to me so I could join her. As it happens, in these conditions that position was untenable & she didn't want us as a couple to establish ourselves in such a hellish place.
She came back changed of course. But mainly, when she did move across the earth again a few years later, we went together.
Euh, oui. Pas en avion ou en TGV mais sinon, c'est des outils quoi. Le truc rouge est en effet une lampe de poche, et le multitruc marqué "gerber" a un porte-embouts de l'autre côté
Absolutely. And when bored (which is likely to happen), I'd visit Moorcock's "Dancers at the end of times" universe, for the same carefree attitude, but in a much more spicy flavour
Hm. I use it for anything, looping stuff, streams, entire album play, playlists, even audio books before I found maBooks
My only current bug is that I used to have my music on an SD card, which failed & I removed, but VLC still thinks it's right there and fills my library with it
Indeed but it's rarely available to the general public. They don't mind selling 2000 units to a business with dedicated IT support. They (used to) totally draw the line at providing individual support to individual customers.
In my experience (France), buy it while you can because it pops from time to time & disappears without warning.
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Real story: I have to go to work in the next country, in a festival where friends go also but to enjoy it. i made very clear that no drugs, no anything was to be in my car since there's a border crossing and I can't get involved in that shit since I am expected to work the day after.
It's my car, my job,.. My rules yeah. Also that festival was pretty famous for being the open-air supermarket for everything smokable, sniffable, suckable whatever.
And of course one dude has "quite nothing really, only 2 grams hashish and a half acid". Fuck you dude I said "nothing" not "quite nothing" ffs - so the guy said, "it's okay, I'll put it in my mouth and swallow if we get stopped".
Comes the border crossing, I triple-check him. It's in his mouth all right. And I make him so nervous he swallows when we cross (without being stopped).
He slept the entire remaining 700km, then was angry with me because it was late when we arrived and it was gonna be a chore for him to find stuff right away instead of having time tomorrow because I made him swallow.
He went his way that day, and probably got back by bus. I guess.