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In a hurry, I stroll in the streets of Cannes to buy something to start my run properly. A carton of Camel, and about twenty triangle sandwiches, that’s enough to survive a few days. The cashier stares at me as if I had killed someone. The passers-by, the shopkeepers, the children: nobody takes their eyes off me. Why are they all staring at me like that? Do they know? Is a police sketch already circulating on all the news channels? I’m in the middle of a paranoia attack, and the drugs I took the day before are not helping. My cell phone! I have it on me since the beginning as if I wasn’t being watched by the police, the Moroccan mafia, Google and all the fucking social networks combined. I have to throw away this damn phone. What the hell am I going to do without internet, without GPS? Me, who spends all my time boasting about how I can do without this technology whenever I want, now that I’m up against the wall, it’s not the same story. After spending 15 minutes to get the SIM card out of this fucking phone, I cut it in two, and then I explode the phone against a wall. It feels good. I’m finally free of technology. I get in the car and start the V8.

  • 100% cotton
  • 210 gsm
  • Silkscreen
  • Secret print
  • Wide cut, if hesitating between two sizes, take below

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