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Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin acts like a 'Madeleine de Proust' : the whole summer comes back, in all its details, to the point that I can almost smell the dryness of the land and see the shimmering colours of the landscape, the steam emanating from the tared road which goes along the river Rhine.

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We were aware though that we were lucky enough to live in a very beautiful, protected area: we could walk, and cycle, and go swimming in the lakes around, wandering in the beautiful forest we used to camp outside at all time listening to this music around fire camps, with the very new portable tape-recorder (radio-cassette), smoking pot and drinking schnapps, one of us playing the guitar not yet dreaming about leaving, rather, to imagine other kind of jobs which would allow us to stay and make the place even better. We had our own dissents and awareness coming up, demonstrating against nuclear power plants (my first and unique sitting!), ecological catastrophes. All of this in a melting pot, mixing the very delusional perception we had about reality and our own desires of escaping the limited life of a small Alsatian Village in the middle of nowhere (that we used to call the 'trou du cul du monde') 'Movement' was a magical word which included music, rock and roll (yes Lazarus and sex and drugs) an adventurous life and freedom, 'on the road'. Time machine: I'm here in Beijing on this glorious sunny Christmas day, remembering this summer 76, when I was fifteen and heard this for the first time, thinking it was unfair that I was born in Europe, ten years too late to have been a part of the huge movements in the US. I said I called him my lover just the best I can c'mon, c'mon Lord I called him my lover, I called him my man Hey feeling good was good enough for me, hmm-mm Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeahР”В«ut feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds itР”В«ut I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterdayР”Р‡reedom's just another word for nothing left to lose One day near Salinas Lord, I let him slip away Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold world Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

You know feeling good was good enough for meР”Р‡rom the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues, Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain't free, no no Windshield wipers slapping time I's, holding Bobby's hand in mine andР”Р‡reedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,

I's playing soft while Bobby sung the blues, n-yeah I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana When I's feeling nearly faded as my jeansР”В«obby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' fer a train

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