how to grow up

I'm writing from a great country of
immense distances
incredible culture
and permanent crisis

Here is my Motherland but France is a country I'm having an affair with.
(and what is more, i'm strongly in love with h-e-r )
so my life is there,
on my 26 meters of restaurant, night club and psycho lab.
Where all the knives are sharp
Where the only door is never shut.

This is the manual: how to grow up.

So, you dye your hair just a little lighter,
you become a fighter
and fulfill a revolution in your humble world.
After a few years you perfectly know how to cope with stresses
you find yourself properly paying your rent and taxes,
an independent, quite a successful woman
in search of perfect jeans and a perfect boyfriend
(literaly "that fits you")
and - frankly speaking - quite ready to capitulate.

I think it's still about how to act in general.

Here you can easily go out
and buy a fake Chanel for 3 euros.
but I will never do it.

cause I can't stand fakes.