Temples

This is the last post before I leave for my happily awaited vacation. And it deals with a most disturbing experience of last Friday evening. For several reasons, one being the fact that having spent a large junk of money (let's say for vacation and books and fragrance material...), another sum that you intend to spend seems to become proportionally smaller. This results in the fact that spending becomes much easier the more you have spent.

Thus, I was real brave and embraced the opportunity to visit Chanel's boutique on the famous "Bahnhofstrasse", Zurich's high end shopping mile where money shouldn't matter otherwise it turns into a mile of misery for your self-esteem and credit card. Therefore, reason number two: Cuir de Russie is so expensive and yet, I thought I need it.

Reason number 3 being the cult around Chanel in this temple of luxury that I entered innocently on Friday, October 28, 2005. It was a first in my lifetime and I immediately realized, it's time for a prayer. I entered this hall with black dressed female priests awaiting the sinner in search of forgiveness. I was given soothing comfort and the healing power of luxury without having to confess my sins (of buying cloths at H&M). After having decided for the smallest flacon of perfume, the high priest at the end of a long corridor, in the holiest niche of this temple of consummation, gave me her absolution once I paid with my credit card the bill which was hilarious.

I just hope now for eternal happiness with this little flacon which will fly with me for study reasons to Egypt, country of uncounted temples and thousand years of true culture.