<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Phobia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phobia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once in Paris, I was going to a venue reading poetry, the hotelier told me to take<br>the subway as it was easy. After being a fender for busy people I found my train<br>and suffocated. First stop, I ran off and found myself at a strange part of the city, <br>sweating and shaking like d drunk who had been on a bender for a fortnight.<br>Phobia! I didn´t even know I had one, my pipe dream of being a u-boat captain<br>had sunk in a hole of terror. My instinct, when lost in a strange place, is to find<br>the nearest tavern/bars, there are many taverns in Paris it was easy to find one.<br>I had Pernod, not that I like this drink, but after all I was in France; to blend in<br>I wore a black beret given to me by a relative of my wife who runs a hat factory<br>in Lyon, and I had had garlic bread for breakfast. But was unable to lift the glass, <br>my left hand wouldn´t let me, the right hand blankly refused and pretended to<br>be lame. Finally hiding, behind the Guardian- an English newspaper for people<br> who see themselves as liberal socialists-. I gulped down the horrid drink. It did<br>wonders. So I ordered a whisky, I was a hero, nothing could scare me<br>as I walked bravely out into busy streets full of people who looked at me as if they <br>had not seen a beret before, and looked for a taxi.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473871" data-title="Phobia de Oskar Hansen" data-description="Phobia Once in Paris, I was going to a venue reading poetry, the hotelier told me to take the subway as it was easy. After being a fender for busy people I found my train and suffocated. First stop, I ran off and found myself at a strange part of..."></div> </div> </div>

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