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Home, June 25, 2001

I spent a couple of days in Paris. I presented "THE ROOM" at a small festival that had been pleasantly organized by the Dutch Embassy. It was a more than pleasant evening. Had lengthy conversations with the young and upcoming bunch of filmmakers on the terrace of a sidewalk café next to the church and the homeless. Fell into bed around 5:30 a.m. Can't remember the last time I did that.

Sunday afternoon while I'm waiting for a call from my possible future producer who's supposed to arrive from Turkey so that we can meet, I write you, cyberbirds. Junks outside are screaming for a fix. It is a nice cool and sunny day. I'm doing fine until the PC crashes. Starts again, crashes again.

I call my Mr "MAC"nificent in LA who keeps me on the cellphone for 45 minutes as we taptap the keyboard and eliminate the problem.

I pissed away some lovely time and feel like going for a walk. Dinnertime. At "Virgin's" on the Champs-Elysées I find a special DVD that I need to mention. "L'Infidèle". Liv Ullmann directed it and Ingmar Bergman wrote the screenplay. These are some serious European colleagues. I've admired them for 40 years. What's more, very exciting, is that there is a short film preceding the feature. THE ROOM. A new future. It might be a place for more interesting short filmwork. I hope it will be followed up. Of course I love the good company as well.

Since my blind date with the producer doesn't happen I leave the next morning at 10 a.m. The drive to The Netherlands is about 400 miles. But I will take it leisurely. I have a small Italian coffeemaker in the back.

It's a great Sunday. The French seem to be out of town. I open the convertible of my aaawfully nice cahar and get into some amazing traffic. Turns out there is an airshow at "Le Bourget" and before I know it I've driven all kinds of secondary roads. At Chantilly I buy a baguette and find a spot in the grass on the bank of the river L'Oise.

I unfold the chair and spread. Make the bread, the coffee. Across the water lies a smidgy little town, with a sleepy square and a dead local circus on it. Three newborn swallows sail the air with their own show. Now and then a barge passes by.

My lunch is just sooo French. 2:30 p.m. I close my laptop and continue my trip.

Home at 9:00 p.m.


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