Monika Lipšic

03 May

I join the team today, Sunday night, in Cologne after a barbecue at Gabriel’s place. Six arrive at the airport; two of them, Dainius and Ieva, are sleeping in a Media RV already. They say they have been in the forest and were running among tall trees under the sky, somewhere on their way to Cologne, which they reached very quickly and unexpectedly (both for them and Gabriel). They say they were flying not driving, a few thousand kilometers per day. Then finally the party was very good, but now they feel slightly stuffed with food. Night talks in the kitchen.

In the morning Domas gets lost in the city while we are having breakfast and all kind of preparations. It seems that we don’t need to rush; we are on time always and forever.

The subject of a discussion: the shooting a gun as an interesting delight. It is very common in the movies and all kinds of media, but not that many people are shooting or using a gun in real life. This would be a good way to let off the steam when one is nervous. There could be machines — you deposit a coin and can shoot once or twice, or shoot a whole clip of bullets. Would man shoot at an image, if so, what kind of image?

Sometime during the day Auriel shows us around KHM and we go to buy some matté tea. So the results when finally leaving Cologne: 2 kilos of matte, one extra person, one bike from the market, two photo cameras and one video camera from a second-hand analog shop, and several good things thrown away by people — a retro chair, a wooden-wheeled tray for things, and a small wooden plate with wishes inscribed in German. We are in a trap of objects and artifacts.

The Media RV is like a yurt. Everything is moving, shaking, trembling, and vibrating. Cold drone.

04 May

Domas is driving, Indian music playing. We arrive in Paris.
We like Jurga’s apartment. It has a very Parisian atmosphere, a large and bright living room, small kitchen, and a pocket-size working room which is staged a little higher, so you need to step onto it like onto a stage. It is a perfect place for writing. On the table I found a note paper and it had some musical sentences written on it. It looked so Parisian = Artistic. White walls and 8mm movie film hanging everywhere. We say Paris is full of art, and stay in the apartment until noon every day, it is so hard to leave it. It is Paris, art finds you wherever you are.
We should have stayed in the apartment all day because the Palais de Tokyo is not exhibiting anything and at the Pompidou Center, they have a dangerous situation because somebody left a bag in front of the building, so they evacuate the building. In Jurga’s apartment there is film screening tonight.

Transition
Paris metro, streets, Boulevards.
Shops, Louvre, Pompidou.
Snacks, teas, streets, streets,
Montmartre, Metro,
05 – 06 May
450 km,
Angoulême.
Barbecue, French cheese, meat, and baguette party.
Talk, eat, walk, smoke, sit, play music under the bridge.
We need to wake up early, guys. Ok, let’s stay longer.
07 May
Angoulême, France

Part II

Talks

- if not this laboratory, we wouldn’t have a chance to taste so many things. wines, cheeses, sweets
- yesterday the Turkish food was good
- it was Moroccan
- 100 points for the French!
- La Gironde. where are we now?
- when the French say where we are, it’s hard to remember. Somehow these sounds do not transcribe into the letters
- yes, it is impossible to write them down
- I can’t remember the names, unless they are repeated for the sixth time
- a very specific way of pronunciation
- where did they come from … to fuck up the language like that
- [la zhirondE]. [la zhironD]. It has to be pronounced [zhirond].
- yes, it is like [borde a uks] – [bordo]
- we must be saying it really ugly. [bordo], like [bu ro kas] (beet-root)

- where are we?
- where, there? fuck
- ok, we need to turn around now
- we have a GPS, everything will be ok
- do we head to Bordeaux?
- is it to the right? maybe we need to call them?
- no, we need to come back the same way
- has it been a long that we are on the wrong way?
- no, we just did one wrong turn
- o fuck fuck fuck!
- it is to the right here, no, left
- fuck, no, the gps is off
- aaaaaaaa
- aaaaa
- you had to turn there, to the left!
- aaaaaa
- ok, we are lost
- aaaaa
- you had to turn left
- it’s ok, it’s ok
- I can’t see anything now
- let me drive
- wait
- wait wait!
- the car
- I don’t see it. ok, which side now? right or left?
- it’s hard to say
- who else can we call? Miga is not answering
- ok, so am I driving after them now?
- I don’t know where they are
- so do we stop where we want?
- no we go to the campground
- but we don’t know which one. we can drive where we want?
- let’s stop and discuss where we should drive
- there’s nothing to discuss
- but you are going back
- back?!

—–

- aš tai galvoju, kad kunigai krikščionių negali vesti, nes jeigu jie turėtų pavainikių, viskas labai susipainiotų. turto dalybos ir visa kita
- taip taip. turtas
- ir reikia bažnyčiai laikytis
- turi turtus saugoti
- kur mes ten ėjom, į Notre Dame. yra katedra ir atskirai turi mokėti jeigu nori pamatyti bažnyčios turtus
- bažnyčios lobynas
- bažnyčios politika puikiai matosi, visokios švieslentės, kunigai ofisuose
- aš pažiūrėjau, galvoju, išvis, kaip pas dantistą
- aš tai galvojau nueiti, būtų įdomu pasikalbėti su kunigu, kaip jam ten atodo viskas, kaip jis supranta viską
- man įdomu, ar ten turistai dažnai eina išpažinties
- aš manau, kad jie neturi laiko
- aš galvoju, kad turistai tikrai neina
- eina eina, tikrai
- piligrimai nebent
- taigi tu norėjai
- tai aš labai ir noriu
- ji kitokia
- kaip juokinga būdavo, kai mokykloj reikėdavo eiti išpažinties. as turėjau draugę, kuriai močiutė surašydavo nuodėmes ant popieriuko
- o man davė 200 lt kad nueičiau į pirmą komuniją..

- kaip paimti nuo lėkštės su vienu degtuku cukrų? paimi kažkaip uždegi degtuką…sha! kažkas su šalčiu turi būti. tu turi jį atšaldyt tada uždegi degtuką, pabarstai cukraus ir jis prilimpa. žodiu, kur link as suku..ai, tai jis sudėliojo visą tai iš ledukų, tokių plonų plonų. tada pakilo saulė, nufotkino, istirpo ir nukrito. jis dirbo gal šešias valandas ir visur visur jis taip daro, vėjas taip sugriauna, jis taip atsikvepia giliai, ir vėl pradeda is naujo
- arba jis nudažė vandenį, sutrynė..
- ochrą sutrynė, į lapus susuko ir tokias bombas tiesiog mėto į vandenį
- vanduo nusidažo
- nusidažo vanduo
- raudonai
- atsidarom dar vyno? mazai.

—-

- nasty
- shall we bring it back and cook it?
- is it really a medusa?
- yeah yeah
- can we take this?
- this is our project
- it smells!! yeah, let’s turn it
- ok, everybody it’s a collaboration
- I don’t want to touch it
- come on, come on, lift it, be a man
- aaa
- this is the asshole
- but it’s huge
- what is this?
- this is his dick. he’s got four
- three eggs
- that’s the punanek. it’s a hermaphrodite
- that would be so cool if you serve this as food
- look, I think this is something. you see, it’s moving
- it’s not
- it is
- what the fuck is it?
- o shit
- double
- this is water inside!
- i’m alive!
- that’s why they say don’t swim in this ocean
- you want to take the brain?
- can you move a bit, it’s a very good light here
- does she feel pain?
- well if she doesn’t scream, then maybe not
- is this the …?
- aaa!
- it moved
- ok, let’s close it.
- a crab
- look!
- what a beautiful sea star
- that’s all a zoo
- key
- that’s the lost key we are looking for
- from a VW Golf
- oh, I would love to drive this.
- what?
- that car in a garage, the VW Beetle
- where are these bunkers?

May 2010, France, near The Ocean

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