and it was great!
in the morning....he stands by my side and we can be friends,
and face it.
Then he wants to offer me a wheelchair tattoo but I have no time for that and I get out of the car to do a performance:
in the public space, half naked I scream
"I am not Charlie" or "I love Islam" or "Long live Islam" kind of thing...my friend is worried about me, but I leave very elegant and simple dressed with a leather black bag, to be with my son. Because of my son I am protected, he looks like a real gentleman, and there are some hair dresser shops and malls...French Authorities:watching me.
31.01.2015