After finishing our special french meal. We went outside started to walk through the mansions and the parks. The walk was silent, it won’t be wrong if we say awkward silence.
‘Are you just gonna be a mute’, I said finally.
‘I can only talk when I am high.’
‘The smoke might have left your brain’.
Still no reply. He was shy and sweet just like the Udaya I used to see at the beginning when he was sober. It felt as if the man I went to the retro with was another Udaya.
‘At least you can say where we are going now’
‘Jardin d'Acclimatation’
‘And what is that’
I couldn’t even repeat the name.
‘One of the famous fun park in Paris’
And that’s it. He was taking me for a tour, and it felt as if I forced him to do that. In less than 10 minutes we were there. Udaya talked some french in the
