How long have we believed that a new era, the Golden Age, would one day arrive, how much I listened to Aquarius from Hair:
And when you're on your way home from hell, you always believe that the Promised Land is waiting for you at the end of the road at some point.
Over the miles of dusty, broken country roads, in the broken compartments of crowded trains, waiting for the promise. Because at the end of every road there is the promise, no matter where you start.
I saw misery itself, real poverty, half-collapsed houses with women with knocked-out teeth, drunken soldiers. I slept in deserted train stations, in doorways, in the attics of abandoned houses. I saw crime itself, rich pimps who imagined themselves to be gods, with prostitutes kept as slaves. I've seen lost youths breaking into nightclubs at night, I've seen murder, I've seen wretches stripped of themselves in pubs, I've seen the deepest diabolical pits of sexual perversion. I have seen the hopeless grey boredom, a childhood friend turned into a skeleton by heroin, I have seen my friends pass away one by one, someone hanged himself in the woods, someone drunk and dead in the Auchan parking lot, someone jumped from the 9th floor, but in my heart they will live forever.
