JULIE MOREL

I took the plane in Paris. It was warm and nice. The sun was setting down. 15 minutes after the plane took off, the stewardesses started rushing around. To help waiting for the packed bright and multicolour lunch box, I opened my book, “on the road”, and started reading…

So few words… it began in Africa, setting sun, Julie and Candy, Rony Size’s paper bag, psychic caramel, plants and rags, my mate Paul, you and me always, nothing but you and me, dancing in the moon light, over and over, one more time….