The Parisian experience chronicles*

It's been two months since I left Beirut and came to Paris. Statisitcs
and cycling were my targets, and I'm getting plenty of those. With
only two days of studies per week, I get to enjoy a relatively high
volume of training; but with the current depletion rate of my savings
account, I'm not sure how much longer I will be able to sustain this
lifestyle. I feel that sooner or later I will have to look for a part
time job which will eat up most of my free time. While plans for a pro-
cycling team are brewing down in Lebanon, my heart longed to getting
back there as soon as I finish my studies. Nevertheless, I can't deny
that the latest political events are making my decision a lot harder,
but that has always been the case of Lebanon: Few megalomaniac
dickheads who think they can change the rules of the game.
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*inspired from Murakami's absurd novel "the wind up bird chronicles"