Cannes at A's

I am right now sat in the sun, wearing only a night gown and sunglasses, on my best friend A's balcony in Cannes. I can see the sea from here, and it looks blue and wonderful, and makes me regret we're still in January. Still, it is such a nice change from Berlin!

I've known A for four years now, and he is still the only person on earth with whom I can be completely myself, and probably the only person who knows me so well he can predict what I am about to do or say. The only person who is "like family" to me. (The one person I can be comfortable with without wearing any make-up, which means a lot seing how lost I feel without my eye-liner...) Almost a year we hadn't seen eachother. God, I missed him so much!

A is my true sibling. We met during our first study year in London, and were for eachother the only thing which made those two very harsh years possible to go through. I remember, at night, during our many insomnia nights, when we were too skint to go out and couldn't meet in our hostels because of our respective room-mates, we would, during summer time, sit down at a random bus stop with ice creams from the local Food and Wine and talk for hours, whereas, during winter, we would get on the first night bus where at least we wouldn't be in the cold weather, and go around London for hours.

I also remember the day I started smoking, and didn't want to tell him in order not to smoke when we were together -most of the time- and told it first to my friend Stella, who started to laugh and explained me A had told her the exact same thing five minutes ago... We started exactly the same day at the same time, in two different cities, without consulting eachother! How many cancer sticks did we share since!!

I also recall fondly how hard it was to explain to my then boyfriend that he shouldn't be jealous, but that A meant the world to me, and that he could consider himself very lucky because for the first time, I had ignored my best friend's advice to be with him! A happened to be right in his disapproval because that relashionship left me considerably hurt and resentful...

I helped him coming to terms with his sexuality (he now assumes perfectly well the fact he's bisexual) and he helped me cope with all my family/food issues...

Sometimes, at the risk of sounding cheesy-sentimental, I really wonder where I would be and what I would be doing right now if I hadn't met him.

He came to Berlin to join on my last day of work there on Sunday. We stayed in a hostel, which saved me a night at J's place (thank God, although I bought her about a kilogram of chocolates to thank her for her hospitality), and, of course, both having fewer problems money-wise, went out for too many drinks, before catching our plane to Cannes yesterday morning, both tremendously hangover, and both sporting a huge pair of sunglasses!

I'm not actually working here, but, before flying to Oslo, I figured out I might as well spend a few quiet days here (ok, I know, Cannes is not exactly on the way from Berlin to Oslo) instead of crossing back the Channel for such a short time.

I met A's friends here, who are undoubtfully as crazy as the two of us, so get on well with them. I'm already invited to a French birthday party tonight.

Being here in such a nice, warm, French environment makes up for the fact that I am starting to get a bit homesick. And, truth to be said, a bit French Guy-sick as well...
Come on, less than a week to go!