This week the journliat staff from the magazine Actuel arrived at New York's JFK aeroport. The publisher Jean Francoise Bizot led the quintet of Bernard Zekri, Elizabeth D, music promoter Jacques Kourakas and another writer unkown to me across the tarmac.. Later this week Actuel will celebrate the tenth anniversery of French publication's existence. I met them through their New York Corespondent, Bernard Zekri, who is thriving for the first time in this city. He has discovered Rap and Break Dancing, traveling up to the Bronx and Harlem and Brooklyn. I've never accompanied him to the distant boroughs of the city, since I'm working at the Jefferson after-hours. My old girlfriend Karine had introduced us. While she has gone back to France, Bernard has become a good friend. I would love to go to Paris and France, although Bernard has said that the City of Light has become more bourgeois losing the edge described in Orwell's DOWN AND OUT IN PARIS AND LONDON. The vicious cops corralled the street whores and addicts obey the orders of the haute-class.
"The clubs suck."
Bernard has proposed that I come to Paris in June.
Jean Francois, the publisher, will be opening a club on the Grand Boulevard.
If the offer comes, I would leave here tomorrow.
Only ghosts keep me here.
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