What it takes. Four in the ...king morning, on a flying flee market. Sunday my hopes of eating pinned on recuperated, home recycled project.Zeebright and starlight. A Bar I revisit thinks I return from foreign lands.The north.I am in the bar,the bar is humming.6 beers on entry. What it takes,A few smokes with the drunk who drove into my car. Some camel shit and coffie. A little money reat the children.I bought some binoculars from a stand of orphaned tat.100 francs, German.German binoculars,very gutt.9 16 spanners,very expensive. Market men 30s radios,40s music,50s haircuts,60s cars.The market was like many others.a hot summers sun eh miguel, may i propose a glass of rose fresco A game of boules, 3 large Pastis, Litre upon litre of wine from Orange, eh jean Luke Learning technics some times alien.A love appreciated. A child that has made you proud all day, comes to you, through your drunken stupour, face to face. A pirate friend says Raise your flag and smile. Thats all it takes.