Internationally, everyone discusses the weather. It's that all purpose fluff topic that can be discussed with anyone, and is generally safe. A discussion of the weather fills any lull in a conversation. Furthermore, everyone has an opinion about it. In France, everyone is completely confused when I explain how in the Summer it was usually about 95 degrees with 85 percent humidity, but the winter was 50 below with snow up to your armpits. French weather, on the whole, is more regular and temperate.
Generally the climate here is what we always hear about in the Pacific Northwest. Two winters was the coldest winter in about 10 years. Where I was in Brittany, it never got below 20. They never sprayed the saltwater on the roads, much less dumped sand and salt mixtures on every major highway. It snowed twice or maybe 3 times since I've been here. It was chaos. Entire towns closed down. Marseille got snow and had to beg Grenoble and Lyon to send snowplows. All this, for about 2 inches of snow. Summers though, are wonderful here. It never got above about 85, outside of the day we chose to move of course.
Weather in general is a different beast here in France than in the US. First and foremost, weather in the US is, while in France is makes or does. In English, we would say that it is beautiful outside. In France, il fait beau! I still am not exactly sure how to discuss the temperature though. In German, I just remember the standard line, wieviel grad ist es? I have tried every approach, but I'm still unsure how to ask in France. I always feel odd about asking. It doesn't really matter, as Celsius was that system other people use.
There's an elaborate system for converting between Fahrenheit and Celsius that involves dividing by 5/9ths and opening the portal to the first boss fight in Quake, but I just learned it this way. Below zero is the approximate temperature that a baguette can be used as a weapon. Zero to 10 degrees is when French people crack a window in their home or open a door in the lobby to smoke. 10 to 20 is when French people put on scarves. 20 to 25 French people wear decorative scarves. 25 to 38 means that you stay off any road that might possibly link to a beach, because it will be clogged. Any higher and French people are in their houses with sparkling water and the blinds closed, because it's about too hot to move without sweating.
Another problem has always been making sure I use the right word for weather terms. In general, when you see the weather on TV, French people call it la météo. The forecast itself makes more sense to me as it's called la prévision. when you're actually discussing the actual weather, though, it's "le temps." After that, it's pretty much the same. There's hail (grêle), snow (neige), rain (pluie), etc. One kind of neat thing is freezing rain and sleet in English. They are both classified as la neige fondue; melting snow. I just think it's funny of how we look at the same thing and see it backwards. Something I still get wrong to this day is making sure not to use pleurer (to cry or mourn) when I mean pleuvoir (to rain). I would constantly say Il pleure (He's crying) when I meant Il pleut (It's raining). There are other differences I'm sure I'm missing, but for now, I'll do my best to translate what I cannot change, the courage to correct myself when I can, and the wisdom to know the difference!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Of Credit Cards and Picture Frames
Yesterday is the most stressed out I think I have been in well, a long time. My debit card expired a while ago and I thought it would be good to talk with my parents and have them send it over. I also had to ask them to find partner's Carnet de Santé. He brought it to the US, but never actually needed it, so we just left it in an accordion file under the bed when we were at my parents. Now, of course, he needs it in 15 days or he can't continue with his program. It was time to bite the bullet and finally talk with my parents and get that around. It turns out they had never received it. I had to call the bank at that point and figure out exactly where what went wrong.
I explained the situation to the teller who answered, and she called over to accounting to see what the problem was. Apparently my parents had returned my mail to the post office and as a result, I no longer had a correct address listed with my bank. My parents address is the only address I still had in the us. Now that I know the problem, I need to know how to regulate the issue.
They, unlike the bank I had back in Columbus, cannot simply resend the card. They have to reissue a new card. That's great! How do I do that? It turns out I need to come to their office and sign a notarized form. Since it has to be notarized, I can't even sign and send it back. So then the teller mentions that maybe I can give control to someone else to sign for me, and then I can just have that taken care of. However; that requires another signed, notarized form. So after exploring a few more avenues, it's basically a dead end. No new debit card for me. The entirety will eventually be taken out in what they call a relationship fee, 3 bucks at a time. I was pretty disgusted overall. So whatever.....
I went into the bedroom to bother Partner, who was hard at work. Our day pretty much works out to waking up at 6:30 to have breakfast. After breakfast, I go back to bed for an unstated period of time. Whenever I get up, I take a shower and start the job hunt. No point in resting on my laurels. I need to do some work on that end, and find some more sites for some petite boulot. I just don't think Craig's List is going to cut it here. I have no idea how to do it otherwise. I found most of my jobs on Careerbuilder, which exists in France, but is longer term. Alor, qui sait? Certainement pas moi...du tout...
The next day was pretty light. Partner had his morning classes and came back after. We had a light snack, and he took a nap while I spent some quality time with the computer. I hadn't really had much of a chance to check some stuff, so I enjoyed myself. While he was studying, I hung up a few pictures we framed ourselves. What would we do without IKEA, eh? So now, the old posters that we had, Partner's favorite: Sailor Pluto and the perennial favorite Lulu and Yuna, are looking better than ever. We also got some really nice looking Da Vinci Lithographs at IKEA. So I'm pleased.
Now, it's quiet nights of quiet stars! We'll probably head out to Alma tonight for a change of pace. I told partner he needs to get his nose out of the books. Malibu Stacy said it best:" Thinking too much gives you wrinkles."
I explained the situation to the teller who answered, and she called over to accounting to see what the problem was. Apparently my parents had returned my mail to the post office and as a result, I no longer had a correct address listed with my bank. My parents address is the only address I still had in the us. Now that I know the problem, I need to know how to regulate the issue.
They, unlike the bank I had back in Columbus, cannot simply resend the card. They have to reissue a new card. That's great! How do I do that? It turns out I need to come to their office and sign a notarized form. Since it has to be notarized, I can't even sign and send it back. So then the teller mentions that maybe I can give control to someone else to sign for me, and then I can just have that taken care of. However; that requires another signed, notarized form. So after exploring a few more avenues, it's basically a dead end. No new debit card for me. The entirety will eventually be taken out in what they call a relationship fee, 3 bucks at a time. I was pretty disgusted overall. So whatever.....
I went into the bedroom to bother Partner, who was hard at work. Our day pretty much works out to waking up at 6:30 to have breakfast. After breakfast, I go back to bed for an unstated period of time. Whenever I get up, I take a shower and start the job hunt. No point in resting on my laurels. I need to do some work on that end, and find some more sites for some petite boulot. I just don't think Craig's List is going to cut it here. I have no idea how to do it otherwise. I found most of my jobs on Careerbuilder, which exists in France, but is longer term. Alor, qui sait? Certainement pas moi...du tout...
The next day was pretty light. Partner had his morning classes and came back after. We had a light snack, and he took a nap while I spent some quality time with the computer. I hadn't really had much of a chance to check some stuff, so I enjoyed myself. While he was studying, I hung up a few pictures we framed ourselves. What would we do without IKEA, eh? So now, the old posters that we had, Partner's favorite: Sailor Pluto and the perennial favorite Lulu and Yuna, are looking better than ever. We also got some really nice looking Da Vinci Lithographs at IKEA. So I'm pleased.
Now, it's quiet nights of quiet stars! We'll probably head out to Alma tonight for a change of pace. I told partner he needs to get his nose out of the books. Malibu Stacy said it best:" Thinking too much gives you wrinkles."
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Moments of Pause
Sometimes when I'm speaking or reading French, I have to stop and take a moment of pause. I call it this, because I literally have to stop and turn my head like a confused dog. Mostly it happens when I run into a word I don't know, which is unfortunately more often than I'd like to admit. Like any language though, it's not always just words. Sometimes it's an entire syntactical idea.
The most common word when this happens is "déranger." The word comes from an Old French word, "rengier," with the prefix "dis." Obviously, at its base, it simply means to put out of order, but it's constantly used in French. Most commonly it means to bother, and is often used to excuse oneself for bothering someone, most commonly said, "Je suis désolée de vous déranger, mais . . ." or "I'm sorry to bother you, but . . . ." The first time I saw it, I had to laugh at the use. The idea of someone becoming mentally unhinged because you asked them where the bathroom was.
The one thing that screws me up constantly is the negation system in France. As most people who have studied the language know, most if not all Romance languages do what's called double negation. It means you start with "ne" before what you're negating, and finish with pas immediately after. Well, most of the time. It is apparently exceedingly common, and was even done in English, but disappeared over time. As a teacher explained it to me, it has origins in pas, as in a footstep. However; I didn't understand it all that well, so I guess I'll leave it to the better equipped.
Just remembering "ne . . . pas." isn't all that difficult. What complicates matters is the case of personne, which means either someone, or nobody depending on use. When preceded by "la," it means somebody. Without the indefinite article, it means no one. When negating, it usually comes at the beginning of the sentence and works as single negation.
The most difficult for me has always been the use of "jamais." When you say it, you may mean "never" or "ever," depending on use. Most commonly, it means never. For example, if you wanted to say that you had never been to France, you would simply say, "Je ne suis jamais venu en France." That makes perfect sense for the idea of double negation and with the general function of "jamais." Conversely, when you want to say something like, "This is the best meal I ever had." you need to say "C'est le meilleur répas que j'ai jamais eu." Until I figured out the use, I had to say this in a pretty roundabout manner. Additionally, you may need double negation, but both seem to make sense. One may be more formal than the other.
For now, that's what I can think of, but don't think this list won't grow. Today has been the first real day of relaxation. We'll probably have a nice lunch together, and then head to Alma for a bit to enjoy ourselves. Hope you're all doing well!
The most common word when this happens is "déranger." The word comes from an Old French word, "rengier," with the prefix "dis." Obviously, at its base, it simply means to put out of order, but it's constantly used in French. Most commonly it means to bother, and is often used to excuse oneself for bothering someone, most commonly said, "Je suis désolée de vous déranger, mais . . ." or "I'm sorry to bother you, but . . . ." The first time I saw it, I had to laugh at the use. The idea of someone becoming mentally unhinged because you asked them where the bathroom was.
The one thing that screws me up constantly is the negation system in France. As most people who have studied the language know, most if not all Romance languages do what's called double negation. It means you start with "ne" before what you're negating, and finish with pas immediately after. Well, most of the time. It is apparently exceedingly common, and was even done in English, but disappeared over time. As a teacher explained it to me, it has origins in pas, as in a footstep. However; I didn't understand it all that well, so I guess I'll leave it to the better equipped.
Just remembering "ne . . . pas." isn't all that difficult. What complicates matters is the case of personne, which means either someone, or nobody depending on use. When preceded by "la," it means somebody. Without the indefinite article, it means no one. When negating, it usually comes at the beginning of the sentence and works as single negation.
The most difficult for me has always been the use of "jamais." When you say it, you may mean "never" or "ever," depending on use. Most commonly, it means never. For example, if you wanted to say that you had never been to France, you would simply say, "Je ne suis jamais venu en France." That makes perfect sense for the idea of double negation and with the general function of "jamais." Conversely, when you want to say something like, "This is the best meal I ever had." you need to say "C'est le meilleur répas que j'ai jamais eu." Until I figured out the use, I had to say this in a pretty roundabout manner. Additionally, you may need double negation, but both seem to make sense. One may be more formal than the other.
For now, that's what I can think of, but don't think this list won't grow. Today has been the first real day of relaxation. We'll probably have a nice lunch together, and then head to Alma for a bit to enjoy ourselves. Hope you're all doing well!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The Last Few Days
We left Ploërmel Sunday and went on a final massive build spree. We put together the last shelves and the groceries we had bought the day before. We were just happy to be pretty much ready to be finished. When we were done, we went to Dell' Arte over in Columbier. It was wonderful to realize that we were installed and everything was going to be done. We came back to the apartment, and went to bed.
Monday was partner's first day of med school, which meant he was up at 7 am. That morning was kind of a disaster. We found out that morning that the microwave wasn't working. So he gave up on the dream of warm milk with his cereal and took a shower. After that he went to work, and I went back to bed for a half an hour. Then I got up, turned on the computer and waited for the internet boxes to be delivered.
They said they'd be there between 9 am and 6 pm, which meant no leaving the house so that I didn't miss them. It was really all the same as partner had school until 6 that night. It's not that I didn't want to go out, but more that I wasn't sure about walking around too much. I feel more reassured with him around. So I spent the day listening to music, and watching movies. I was satisfied really. I felt a bit lazy, but well, no internet, television or phone means not much to do.
The hours passed, and eventually partner got back. He said his first day was a little bit of a shock. Overall though, he's really happy about it. He spent some time in the bedroom working through what he had that day. Most likely we'll talk a bit, then he'll go to work on that. He's taking this pretty seriously, so I'm proud. If I know him, he's working to be first in his class. So we'll find out how that goes.
Free didn't show up, so we went out that night and got a printer. It's an all in one wireless printer for only 50 bucks. It's an HP though, so I am concerned about the cost of ink. It came with the starter cartridge, but we're looking at 30 euros per cartridge. We saw a canon, but it was just a printer. I like canons, not only because the ink is a good price but I've also never seen people have problems with canons. Epson though, I have seen first hand the path of devastation they've caused. Very happy with the purchase.
We also got a sweeper, a microwave to replace the broken one, and lots of small stuff. I was most satisfied with the knives we got. I am also fascinated with Géant. It's really identical to a Meijer or a Wal-Mart, but unlike Wal-Mart, I don't feel dirty going in. Also, we finally got coffee filters. Jerry rigging a coffee filter with paper towels yesterday morning, not all that much fun. We had nems for dinner and then went to bed. Tomorrow, partner had to be up for class at 8, but he would be home at 3. So much better than yesterday. At least I'd have someone to wait with me.
The next morning was much better, and went much smoother. Afterwards, I went to bed til 8:30 again and got some breakfast. I went down to check the mail, and surprise surprise, what should be waiting there but a notice that UPS passed when we weren't there. They came at 6:30 last night. They said til 6, and so I was pissed. I waited in front of the building from 10:45 until they finally showed up at 2:45. I went back upstairs quick and got the PSP, and lo and behold, I had Abres los Ojos saved on it. So I watched that, then listened to music, and then went through some old pictures. The UPS guy got there, I picked it up, and went back up.
Partner showed up about 5 minutes later, so he helped me get everything running. We have internet and television now, which makes me happy. I also hooked up the printer, and now, I can scan and/or print from either computer in the house wirelessly. I feel special!
Tonight, I don't know what we're going to do exactly, but in any case, I'm satisfied with today. I may have found some hits for work, so yay on that! I'll let you know when I find out more!
Monday was partner's first day of med school, which meant he was up at 7 am. That morning was kind of a disaster. We found out that morning that the microwave wasn't working. So he gave up on the dream of warm milk with his cereal and took a shower. After that he went to work, and I went back to bed for a half an hour. Then I got up, turned on the computer and waited for the internet boxes to be delivered.
They said they'd be there between 9 am and 6 pm, which meant no leaving the house so that I didn't miss them. It was really all the same as partner had school until 6 that night. It's not that I didn't want to go out, but more that I wasn't sure about walking around too much. I feel more reassured with him around. So I spent the day listening to music, and watching movies. I was satisfied really. I felt a bit lazy, but well, no internet, television or phone means not much to do.
The hours passed, and eventually partner got back. He said his first day was a little bit of a shock. Overall though, he's really happy about it. He spent some time in the bedroom working through what he had that day. Most likely we'll talk a bit, then he'll go to work on that. He's taking this pretty seriously, so I'm proud. If I know him, he's working to be first in his class. So we'll find out how that goes.
Free didn't show up, so we went out that night and got a printer. It's an all in one wireless printer for only 50 bucks. It's an HP though, so I am concerned about the cost of ink. It came with the starter cartridge, but we're looking at 30 euros per cartridge. We saw a canon, but it was just a printer. I like canons, not only because the ink is a good price but I've also never seen people have problems with canons. Epson though, I have seen first hand the path of devastation they've caused. Very happy with the purchase.
We also got a sweeper, a microwave to replace the broken one, and lots of small stuff. I was most satisfied with the knives we got. I am also fascinated with Géant. It's really identical to a Meijer or a Wal-Mart, but unlike Wal-Mart, I don't feel dirty going in. Also, we finally got coffee filters. Jerry rigging a coffee filter with paper towels yesterday morning, not all that much fun. We had nems for dinner and then went to bed. Tomorrow, partner had to be up for class at 8, but he would be home at 3. So much better than yesterday. At least I'd have someone to wait with me.
The next morning was much better, and went much smoother. Afterwards, I went to bed til 8:30 again and got some breakfast. I went down to check the mail, and surprise surprise, what should be waiting there but a notice that UPS passed when we weren't there. They came at 6:30 last night. They said til 6, and so I was pissed. I waited in front of the building from 10:45 until they finally showed up at 2:45. I went back upstairs quick and got the PSP, and lo and behold, I had Abres los Ojos saved on it. So I watched that, then listened to music, and then went through some old pictures. The UPS guy got there, I picked it up, and went back up.
Partner showed up about 5 minutes later, so he helped me get everything running. We have internet and television now, which makes me happy. I also hooked up the printer, and now, I can scan and/or print from either computer in the house wirelessly. I feel special!
Tonight, I don't know what we're going to do exactly, but in any case, I'm satisfied with today. I may have found some hits for work, so yay on that! I'll let you know when I find out more!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Bénabar to keep you company.
Ok, today is the final push. Monday partner starts med school, and we'll be officially living in Rennes full time. I am probably not going to have internet for a few days, who knows when UPS will finally show up since it's already been delayed once, but to keep you company until then I have another selection of songs.
The collection in question this time is three songs by Bénabar. Since it's part of the Chanson genre of French music, the lyrics are tantamount. So here's hoping you all have a great week, and that I see you before the end of the next week!
First, some funny, Y'a une femme qui habite chez moi, which translates to There's a Woman living with me. The whole song is about a man who wakes up and finds that there is a woman living with him. In reality, it's pointing out how his bachelor's life has changed since his girlfriend moved in with him. Lyrics available here!
Next we have Le Diner. It's a song about a guy who doesn't want to go out to dinner, for a diverse group of reasons. It's a tribute to the excuses we tell ourselves to avoid going out on nights when we're feeling lazy. It's absolutely hilarious Lyrics available here.
Finally, my absolute favorite song by Bénabar: Bon Anniversaire, or Happy Birthday. The song follows a weekend birthday trip among friends to Brittany. I started listening to it for that reason. I love the song for how accurately it describes how we feel as we get older. It's loaded with French idioms and cultural references. The first line I learned was, "même les pompiers au regard si franc sur un calendrier n’ont rien de rassurant." Or in English, "even the stern stares of the firemen on the calender don't reassure me." Full lyrics here!
This is part of a tradition that firemen in France raise money by selling calendars with pictures of the local fire crews on them. Not like the American calendars with hot firemen. It's just a group picture of all the local teams in the village, fully clothed. Most of the firemen in France you wouldn't want to see in a state of undress anyway.
So I hope to see you all soon! A plus!
The collection in question this time is three songs by Bénabar. Since it's part of the Chanson genre of French music, the lyrics are tantamount. So here's hoping you all have a great week, and that I see you before the end of the next week!
First, some funny, Y'a une femme qui habite chez moi, which translates to There's a Woman living with me. The whole song is about a man who wakes up and finds that there is a woman living with him. In reality, it's pointing out how his bachelor's life has changed since his girlfriend moved in with him. Lyrics available here!
Next we have Le Diner. It's a song about a guy who doesn't want to go out to dinner, for a diverse group of reasons. It's a tribute to the excuses we tell ourselves to avoid going out on nights when we're feeling lazy. It's absolutely hilarious Lyrics available here.
Finally, my absolute favorite song by Bénabar: Bon Anniversaire, or Happy Birthday. The song follows a weekend birthday trip among friends to Brittany. I started listening to it for that reason. I love the song for how accurately it describes how we feel as we get older. It's loaded with French idioms and cultural references. The first line I learned was, "même les pompiers au regard si franc sur un calendrier n’ont rien de rassurant." Or in English, "even the stern stares of the firemen on the calender don't reassure me." Full lyrics here!
This is part of a tradition that firemen in France raise money by selling calendars with pictures of the local fire crews on them. Not like the American calendars with hot firemen. It's just a group picture of all the local teams in the village, fully clothed. Most of the firemen in France you wouldn't want to see in a state of undress anyway.
So I hope to see you all soon! A plus!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Gender Studies
http://tbiet.blogspot.com/2011/08/france-gender-studies-80-deputes-ump.html
Once again, not a lot of time today, but I thought this was pretty incredible. Gender studies in France were going to be getting new textbooks, which were then pulled by the minister of Education, Luc Chatel. Surprise, he's from the UMP, the same party as Sarkozy. Bascially, they're French republicans.
The books would have explained differences between sexual orientation and gender identity, as well as explaining current theories on sexuality. Of course, Catholics were outraged. (I just wanted to mention quick that most people are "Catholic" in France. They don't really go to church or observe holy days. In truth, they were raised Catholic. What can you expect from a country that still gives people the Ascension and Pentecost off as holidays?)
But continuing, the main thrust of the argument was the same that we get in the US: It should be up to the parents to discuss this with their children. While I do agree that it would be best, most times, for parents to discuss these issues with their children in the home. Quite frankly though, most parents either don't feel comfortable discussing it with their children, or they are ill-equipped to do so. A lot of times parents don't even bother to discuss it.
The problem is that I remember hearing the word gay for the first time when I was in the first grade, said by some of the older kids on the playground. I had no idea what it was, other than in insult. I remember that it was the best way to make someone stop in their tracks. I didn't understand what it meant until maybe fifth grade. So you have all these kids running around saying terms like gay as an insult.
In my opinion, the bigger problem is that the people who are actually teaching their children are the people who consider it a sin, and tell their children how wrong people are to be gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgendered. The main solution is to catch kids early. Chaz Bono on Dancing with the Stars would help.
Once again, not a lot of time today, but I thought this was pretty incredible. Gender studies in France were going to be getting new textbooks, which were then pulled by the minister of Education, Luc Chatel. Surprise, he's from the UMP, the same party as Sarkozy. Bascially, they're French republicans.
The books would have explained differences between sexual orientation and gender identity, as well as explaining current theories on sexuality. Of course, Catholics were outraged. (I just wanted to mention quick that most people are "Catholic" in France. They don't really go to church or observe holy days. In truth, they were raised Catholic. What can you expect from a country that still gives people the Ascension and Pentecost off as holidays?)
But continuing, the main thrust of the argument was the same that we get in the US: It should be up to the parents to discuss this with their children. While I do agree that it would be best, most times, for parents to discuss these issues with their children in the home. Quite frankly though, most parents either don't feel comfortable discussing it with their children, or they are ill-equipped to do so. A lot of times parents don't even bother to discuss it.
The problem is that I remember hearing the word gay for the first time when I was in the first grade, said by some of the older kids on the playground. I had no idea what it was, other than in insult. I remember that it was the best way to make someone stop in their tracks. I didn't understand what it meant until maybe fifth grade. So you have all these kids running around saying terms like gay as an insult.
In my opinion, the bigger problem is that the people who are actually teaching their children are the people who consider it a sin, and tell their children how wrong people are to be gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgendered. The main solution is to catch kids early. Chaz Bono on Dancing with the Stars would help.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The answer is always Dalida
I don't know how often I am going to be online in the next week. We had to switch providers for internet at the last minute, so I don't know when everything's going to be set up with Free. So logically, here's some Dalida.
She has a fascinating life story, and I think is possibly the biggest French gay icon, but I may be wrong. Dalida, born Iolanda Cristina Gigliotti was born in Egypt to Italian parents. She sings in Arabic, Italian, and French. She can stand shoulder to shoulder with any other Diva in my opinion, and her songs are beautifully deep.
We'll start off with Gigi l'Amoroso
The next song is "Paroles." It's about a woman who ends a relationship after tiring of the meaningless words her lover tells her.
By far though, my favorite song is "Pur ne pas Vivre Seul." I believe it was actually written by Georges Brassens, but I could be wrong. It's just a beautifully sad song. It's about how we live with each other to have the illusion to not be alone in the world, but when we die, we all die alone.
Unfortunately, Dalida died before her time. She committed suicide, leaving a note that read "La vie m'est insupportable... Pardonnez-moi" which reads "Life has become unbearable for me... Forgive me.
There's also a statue of her by her tomb.
She has a fascinating life story, and I think is possibly the biggest French gay icon, but I may be wrong. Dalida, born Iolanda Cristina Gigliotti was born in Egypt to Italian parents. She sings in Arabic, Italian, and French. She can stand shoulder to shoulder with any other Diva in my opinion, and her songs are beautifully deep.
We'll start off with Gigi l'Amoroso
The next song is "Paroles." It's about a woman who ends a relationship after tiring of the meaningless words her lover tells her.
By far though, my favorite song is "Pur ne pas Vivre Seul." I believe it was actually written by Georges Brassens, but I could be wrong. It's just a beautifully sad song. It's about how we live with each other to have the illusion to not be alone in the world, but when we die, we all die alone.
Unfortunately, Dalida died before her time. She committed suicide, leaving a note that read "La vie m'est insupportable... Pardonnez-moi" which reads "Life has become unbearable for me... Forgive me.
There's also a statue of her by her tomb.
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