I finally went back to the law firm today to work again. It has been a week and a half since I have been there. My lawyer was in Prague then South Beach and finally back in Paris.
I am stuck in the library where the other stagieres (interns) are. This is the first time they acknowledged my prescence even though I had been there three other days with them. After doing the basic greetings and exchanging the different approaches on how to become a lawyer, we started talking about what every Parisien talks about Paris and sex. It is incredible. We were working at a prestigious international law firm and an intern who doesn't even have a job there starts openly talking about sex with me.
They wanted to know if I had seen the TV program where a French, strike that, a Parisien journalist poses two questions that only someone from Paris would ask and of which every person in Paris thinks is normal: Is there really any life outside of Paris in France, and can you live without sex?
Apparently this was an entire hour long program where two lawyers debated these topics. So of course the interns asked me what I thought. I of course told them I preferred Bretagne over Paris (really any French countryside, but Bretagne most of all) and I think we all know the answer to the second question. Oh wait any normal person would know the answer to the second question but this is the Furry we are talking about so I will reassure everyone and I told them that of course there wasn't life without sex. So either I am a ghost or just in hell, but with all the conversations about sex I have had with women here and no action I am going with hell.
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