Is he or is he not ?

Be the judge of Sarkozy's state of intoxication (you don't need to speak French, you just have to base your judgment on your own experience ;) )

This video says he was totally drunk :



This video says that he was not ! shit ! he just had a long conversation with Putin putain !!! for Christ's sake leave the man alone !!!

Boğaziçi Köprüsü

The Bosphorous Bridge

This bridge has been a source of good vibes.

I dedicate this post today to the Bosphorous Bridge !

The Dark Side of the Force

A judge was stabbed by a mother who could not stand that he decided to take away her 3 year old son last Tuesday, 5th of June.

He almost died.

Thursday, 7th of June, a policeman who was in charge of the Criminal Tribunal for Minors ' order in Toulouse was severely beaten by a young man who was waiting for the verdict and could not stand that the policeman told him to go out of the Tribunal because he was degrading the Tribunal's furniture.

The judges are now calling for a reinforcement of security checks in Tribunals. And I am going to demonstrate with them to support their call.

But I wonder, is that all that is needed to stop this ?

Are we just going to build more walls, put more cameras, make everyone strip before entering, so that we can feel safe ?

What kind of safety is that ?

How bad a person can feel about the system to just don't trust it anymore, to not respect what a judge has decided and try to kill him.

I think this is the consequence of the fact that in France we have built a parallel society. We, the rich, have decided that we can spend part of our money to give an allowance to the poor. But we don't want the poor to be in our world. So we keep them in a ghetto, far away from our downtowns and feel good about the whole thing because they are living on our taxes.

But the system is based on the promise of equal rights, fraternity and liberty. And the poor want the promise to be true. When they are kicked back in their ghettos, they realise the promise is just that... a dream that very seldomly comes true. So they give up on the system. On the Republic.

We are gonna spend 5 more years building walls around the ghettos, maybe deporting massively people from the ghettos also, crushing their rights in the name of the Republic.

But we will not be safer.

Dark humour

Hello ! Hello ! Today is a good day !!! The sun is up ! It's hot in Toulouse !!! YAY !!!

So I think a little dark humour is not gonna do us bad :

First : political dark humour

Then, well... :)

"Jimmy ! Answer me !"

and last but not least, this incredible story...

Michael Cooper, Australian of around 20 years old, was travelling to Kenya in the 80's at the end of college.

During a safari, as he was isolated from his group for a moment, he found himself face to face with a little elephant who seemed to be wounded at his front left leg that he was lifting not to touch the ground.

Cooper thought that the animal could run him over, but as he seemed not agressive, he approached him prudently and he could see that actually the little elephant had a huge splinter planted in the base of his leg.

Very calmly, Cooper kneeled down and with his knife pull off the splinter.

As soon as the animal was healed, he could step on the ground, he looked very long Cooper, then he trumpeted loudly and went away.

Cooper never felt threatened by the little elephant and he kept all his live the magical memory of that rare moment.

Almost 20 years later, Cooper went to a zoo in Sidney with his son aged 11.

When the two of them passed in front of the elephants cage, one of the elephants started abruptly to stomp the ground with his front left leg.

Cooper started wondering, could it be the same elephant that he had healed 20 years ago ?

He got closer from the cage, and the animal continued stomping stronger.

Cooper decided then to jump over the fence and went towards the elephant.

The latter lift him up by grabbing him by the weist with his trump,




and then he crushed him against the wall.

It was probably not the same elephant...

.... what an asshole this Cooper.

Go Diam's !!!

Diam's is a rap singer who is very popular, and one of the few "voices" that reminds us, French people, that we are a mix of several cultures and backgrounds and that we should be proud about it.

Here you can read an interview made by the International Herald Tribune.

Here you will find one of her most popular raps about the fact that France is a rainbow no matter Sarkozy and it's fecking click...

Diam's - Ma france a moi

Çekici Istanbul büyü yapmak beni :)

Okey my dear Kelkians, here is this so belated post about my visit to Gulsumita and Istanbul.

Gulsum is the most awesome hostess in the world... you know I'm big mouthed and all, but I'm not exaggerating : I've never been so well received in my life !

So this post is to thanks Gulsum for having made me, and my friends, feel at home in Istanbul.

Istanbul... aaah Istanbul (and not Constantinopla... nor Byzance) ! So many history runs in her streets, so blue the Bosphorus waters, so warm her people, such a beautiful "boobie" city !

Yes, boobie. All the coupoles that you can find in the city made me think of being in a Boobie City :)

Thursday 10th of May : We arrived in the beginning of the afternoon.

We left my friends to have a little nap, and Gulsum and I went to... yeah a Starbucks coffee !!! We had to, for Kelka's sake !

After dinning in the most fancy Kebab restaurant that I've ever been, such an awesome food, we went to a concert of... okey... let's say for the sake of friendship : "flamenco pop" (although it was flamenco jazz if you ask me...). Had lots of melon cocktails that got us tipsy and very happy !

Friday 11th of May : We went to visit Topkapi.

And here's a pic of the Harem :

And here's a pic of the Ottoman Conqueress of the World and two harem girlies :

We also saw one of the hugest diamonds in the world, tons of emeralds and rubies, in the Treasure hall.

We went to see the Cistern Basilic, which has a mysterious atmosphere, cold temperature and very low lightning... so you cannot take good photos there...

but you can take the picture of the Medusa :

beware not to turn into stone !

We visit also St Sophia, which was first a church, and then a mosque, and now is a museum. There are beautiful mosaics inside, byzantinians.

In between we took a pause to relax in the beautiful Istanbul sun :

This is a view of Taksim, the center of night life in Istanbul.
From here, thousands of people roam the bars, restaurants, clubs...
And all are beautiful people !!!

We met Gulsum's friends that night (awesome people, frustrating not to have had more time to talk and get to know them better) at a turkish restaurant in Taksim and went to a bar to have some drinks and start the night.

Here's Sylvie enjoying it !

And then we went to a Turkish kinda rock music club. If we had not been with Guls's party we would have never known there was that club there :) Gulsumita did a little belly dancing, but it was so crowded that we could not admire her talents enough...

Saturday 12 of May : we visited the Grand Bazar :

(I dunno who the guy is in the pic, he was just passing by)

You could probably find anything inside and around the Grand Bazaar... and I mean anything. Inside the Grand Bazaar there were "hans" or "caravan serails" which my friend Delphine told us (she was the Guide keeper and reader) were some kind of special hostels for traders so that they could sleep with their animals and merchandises protected from criminals.

Today those hans are like specialized markets (rugs, textiles, etc...) and you can take a coffee inside the patios in the sun... mmm....

Then we went to Sultan Suleyman's Mosque where we visit his tomb, and his wife's Hurrem (take a look at Wikipedia for his bio and hers).

Gulsumita converted me to islam right there :

(how could you not give in ?)

(Flor thinking : "At least there's no purgatory in Islam's heaven...
Hopefully I will go directly !")

We visited also the Egyptian Bazar (spice market) and got kinda lost (it's a labyrinth there).
To recover from our adventures we went to smoke some narguile, or hukka, and Gulsum kicked my ass at backgammon...

That night we went to a restaurant which had a breathtaking view of the Golden Horn. You cannot really take pictures of the view... but believe me : it was awesome !

After dinning we stayed there to dance :

Sylvie and Gulsumita

The 3 female musketeers from Toulouse

Hands up ! Hands up !

and Gulsum got hit on by the manager of the restaurant who danced some tango with her... I thought he was gay... but had to reconsider my opinion :)


Sunday 13th of May :

We had brunch by the Bosphorous.

"Looking into your eyes
is to dive deep into the Bosphorous"

There's a song that says something like that, no ? Well, the Bosphorous is bewitching. The water has a special quality, it's blue is unique.

After a little walk by the Bosphorous, we went to a Hamam, a popular one, not a touristic one, women only.


I felt like being in the womb of my mother... and to have your hair washed by an old lady who looks like your mom and who puts soap in your eyes is super fun !!! We shed a lot of dead and dirty skin. Then we got massaged. And then we relaxed, having a cigarette. Mmmm.... awesome !

We then went to the Galata Tower... well... by the Galata Tower, where we went to a Hotel Bar which had a beautiful view of the Golden Horn, but also a little view on the Bosphorous. We stayed there to see the sun setting down. No comments are necessary :

Monday 14th of May :

We went to Asia !!! For the first time in our lives !!!

Just before taking off, Gulsumita took us to Asia.

Guess who is who stepping on Asia :

and now I just want to go back !!!

Teşekkürler Gulsumita !!!