Il y a certaines personnes qui vous marquent pour la vie, Juice fait parti de ceux-là. Je savais qu’en allant étudier à Bielefeld, j’allais rencontrer des personnes exceptionnelles, mais j’ai vraiment été surpris d’en rencontrer autant d’un seul coup. Pour information, Juice se dit en finlandais (Youhissé).La première fois que j’ai vu Juice, je me suis dit : « sympa lui avec sa veste de scout… ». C’était mon premier soir à Bielefeld, et nous échangions déjà nos numéros de chambre, non pas pour se rendre visite en cachette la nuit venue (nous ne nous connaissions que depuis quelques heures), mais tout bonnement afin d’établir un premier contact.
Et le premier contact eut lieu le jour d’après où je lui rendais visite et rencontrais tous les étudiants finlandais : une sacrée brochette.
C’est lors du week-end à Berlin que j’appris à découvrir Juice. Je me souviens,
alors que nous montions au sommet du Berliner Dom, je l’entendis pousser la chansonnette (en finnois), et je réalisais que ce finlandais posséder un sacré organe. Il en a fait rougir des filles avec sa voix. Oui, avec sa voix. Autre souvenir assez drôle de ce début de séjour germanique, lors du retour dans le bus de Berlin à Bielefeld, l’heure que passa Juice à tenter de dire mon nom. Alors il faut préciser que les finlandais n’ont pas le son « en » dans leur langue, et sont donc – pratiquement – incapable de dire mon prénom « Clément » correctement. Alors petite revue de ce que j’ai subi pendant un an : Clima, Climo (qui est devenu un de mes surnoms), Clémo, Climaaa, Climääää !!! Mais toujours pas de Clément. Enfin bref, je vous dis pas la boucherie qu’ils nous ont fait de notre pauvre Serge, le prénom le plus difficile à prononcer au monde pour un finlandais. J’avais l’impression qu’ils étaient malades lorsqu’ils essayaient de dire son nom, et pire des fois, pour ceux d’entre eux qui essayaient de s’appliquer, qu’ils allaient vomir.J’appris ensuite en discutant avec mon petit Juice, qu’il est un auteur-compositeur, et qu’il a déjà enregistré quelques chansons que j’écoute ma foi assez souvent. D’ailleurs Juice, si tu lis cela, même si tu ne comprends pas un mot, je voulais te dire que les galops de chevaux sur le refrain de la chanson « Vasten Varjonen » sont vraiment gays. Si vous souhaitez visiter la page de Juice et y télécharger ses chansons, cliquez sur ce lien http://personal.inet.fi/koti/juice/ , et cliquez ensuite sur Muusikko, puis sur le nom des chansons à gauche de la plage, et ce après avoir monté le son. Si vous n’y parvenez pas, demandez-moi, je vous les enverrai (clementaubert@gmail.com)
Juice devint mon meilleur ami à Bielefeld, celui avec lequel je partageais la plupart de mes secrets. Et il y en avait à l’époque. Je me souviens d’une nuit à l’Elephant Club (rien à voir avec la trompe) où nous passâmes des heures dans les toilettes, adossés au lavabo, à refaire le monde et vider nos cœurs. C’était la première fois que je vidais tout ce que j’avais sur le cœur depuis des
mois, et cela m’avait fait un bien fou à l’époque. Nous avions tout deux notre de bière que nous remplissions d’eau lorsqu’elle était vide, et nous croisions toujours les mêmes personnes qui se demandaient : « Qu’est ce qu’ils font encore là ces animaux ? ». Alors maintenant que l’on sait des choses l’un à propos de l’autre, nous ne pouvons nous disputer, ce serait trop dangereux. Mais pourquoi se disputer ?Juice a son charme qui en fait un garçon particulier. Son sourire a fait craquer plus d’une fille, et il n’a qu’à prendre la guitare et à se mettre à chanter pour concrétiser. Mais il n’a jamais écouté que son cœur, et son cœur, mesdemoiselles, bat désormais en République Tchèque, pour la belle Jana.
Un des plus drôles souvenir que j’ai avec Juice, fut cette incroyable journée dans Rome… J’en ris encore. Etant amoureux de cette ville, j’avais décidé de faire le tour de la ville et de visiter tous les monuments que je voulais voir. Juice qui avait décidé de m’accompagner, et moi-même quittâmes l’hôtel à 08.00 du matin pour n’y rentrer qu’à 21.00, en faisant une pause pizza majestueuse… Pour revenir à ce qui est drôle, car rien de tout cela n’est drôle, il faut que nous nous retrouvions sur la Via Appia, au sud de Rome, vers 10.00 du matin en cette incroyable journée. Je voulais absolument visiter les catacombes, et marcher le long de la Via Appia était un de mes rêves. Le problème, c’est qu’il n’y avait pas de trottoirs et que la route était assez étroite. Lorsqu’une voiture arrivait, nous nous serrions contre le mur qui encadrait la route. Mais quand deux voitures arrivaient… Je me souviens que nous étions tous les deux, dos contre le mur, bras en croix contre le mur également, à regarder les voitures passer et les rétroviseurs frôler nos ceintures. Juice était effrayé, je n’en menais pas large non plus, mais essayait de garder la tête haute.
Toujours dans Rome, pris d’une envie pressante, nous trouvions refuge dans la Villa Médicis, ambassade de France, et Juice, pensant que cette porte blanche était des toilettes, l’ouvrit, et trouva braqué sur lui une demi-douzaine de paire d’yeux qui le fixaient. Oui ce n’é
tait pas des toilettes, mais bien des bureaux…Autre chose dont je me souviendrai toujours, ce fut lorsqu’au second étage de la Tour Eiffel, il commanda ses timbres en français, avec son accent, et la guichetière qui souriait à la caméra, attendant pour donner les timbres à Juice, car nous en étions à la troisième prise… Sous cette même Tour Eiffel, nous devions rencontrer Kaisu et Fiona, mais ne les trouvions pas. Alors Juice monta sur un bloc de béton en dessous de la « Dame de Fer », et hurla « Kaaaaaaaaaaiiiissssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu », si bien que tous les touristes présents ce matin là étaient au courant que nous recherchions quelqu’un… Ou alors ils se sont dit que c’était un rituel scout, je ne sais pas.
Toujours à Paris, Juice peut se vanter d’être la première personne à avoir dit « merci ma poule » à mon père.
Ah oui, car je ne vous l’ai pas précisé, mais Juice et moi formions un tandem. Oui en effet, nous avons acheté un tandem et avons sillonné les rues de Bielefeld nus sur… Hein ? Ah non ! C’est sale. Si vous voulez entendre des histoires de gens nus à vélo, lisez l’article suivant, mais pas Juice ! Enfin bref, tout cela pour dire que j’étais le professeur de français de Juice, et que lui était mon professeur de finnois. Et je dois avouer appris énormément avec lui.
Ainsi nous nous surnommions « ma poule » ou ma « c***lle », et tous les matins, j’avais droit à mon :
- Salut ma poule ! Ca va ?
- Ca va et toi ?
- Trrrrrrrranquiille !
Voilà, tout cela me manque terriblement, Juice est quelqu’un de particulier, le genre d’amis que l’on voudrait toujours avoir près de soi, mais qui malheureusement habitent trop loin pour que cela se réalise. Je commence à en connaître un rayon en matière de meilleurs amis à l’autre bout du monde (hein Manu ?).
Juice ma poule, tu me manques, et comme promis, je te fais un peu de publicit
é pour ton premier album qui sortira l’année prochaine, et que j’attends avec tant d’impatience.Minä rakastan sinua ja minä kaipaan minun kanani... Pusuja ja haleja.
There are some people you just cannot forget, and Juice is one of them. I knew that when coming one year in Germany to study, I was going to meet incredible people, but I wasn’t expecting to meet so much of them at the same time.
The first time I saw Juice in “Plaza”, I said to myself: “this guy looks nice with his scout jacket…” (of course it’s ironic haha). It was my first night in Bielefeld, and we were already giving our room numbers, not to visit each other when the night comes (we only met a few hours before, we had to be patient), but simply to get in touch, that’s all.
And I went to his room the day after, and saw for the first time all the seven Finnish students: nice brochette.
It’s during the first week-end in Berlin that I learnt a lot about Juice. I remember climbing the Berliner Dom, and I heard Juice who started singing in Finnish. I said to myself “oh oh, this guy is not a beginner”…but didn’t say anything.
And what should I say about the trip in the bus coming back from Berlin. Juice tried to say my name (Clément) so many times, but couldn’t say it right. I heard so many wrong things that I couldn’t stop laughing: Clima, Climo (which is now my nickname), Clémo, Climaaaa, Climääää!!! But no Clément… And try to imagine what they did with Serge’s name… I thought that each time they (Finns) tried to say his name that they were sick because of the weird sounds coming from their mouth.
I then learnt that Juice was a songwriter and already recorded a few songs. And I love your songs Juice, and just know that every morning when I'm going to work, I listen to your songs to make me happy. By the way, I wanted to tell you that the gallop in the chorus of the song « Vasten Varjonen » sounds
really gay haha. If you want to visit Juice’s website, click on this link http://personal.inet.fi/koti/juice/ and then click on Muusikko, and then the song’s names will appear on the left of the page. Just click on and enjoy.
Juice became my best friend in Bielefeld, the one I was sharing all my secrets with. And there were so much at this time… I remember in Elephant Club that we spent two or three hours in the toilets… CHATTING about our love problems but also about some other things. We both had our beer bottles that we were filling up with water as soon as they were empty. And all the guys who needed to pee were seeing us there again and again and were asking themselves “What the hell are they doing in the toilets?” So now we know everything about each other, we cannot offer to have an argument, the consequences would be terrible. But I cannot see how it is possible to have an argument with Juice rakas…
Juice has a great charm. His smile is dangerous for a girl talking with him, and he just has to take his guitar and sing to have one. But he always listens to his heart, and his heart is beating for the beautiful Jana from Czech Republic.
One of the funniest moments I had with Juice was this incredible day we spent in Rome in November 2006. I love this city and decided to have a crazy day and walk around Rome. Juice decided to join me and we left the hotel at 08.00 in the morning and we came back around 21.00, with only a short break to eat an amazing pizza. We were walking along the Via Appia to go and visit the catacombs. But the Via Appia is a very confined way
bordered by two walls. And the problem was that when a car was coming, we had to go very close to the wall to avoid it. But the REAL problem was when TWO cars were coming. We had to go back against the wall, and waiting for the car to go, and our belts to be brushed the rearview mirror… Juice was really scared, so was I, but I tried to hide it haha.
Still in Rome, we went to the Villa Medicis to take a pee, because we couldn’t handle more, and Juice opened a door thinking it was the toilets, and entered in an office, where everybody was looking at him… So funny. I’m laughing alone writing that…
Then we went to Paris and I will always remember him asking the girl in the post-office at the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. “Je voudrais trois timbres s’il vous plait” (I’d like three stamps please). And because I was filming it, we did three movies of him asking the woman, because he couldn’t say the sentence. I still have the video…
Just before that, we were under the Eiffel Tower where we were supposed to meet Kaisu and Fiona, and Juice went on a bench and screamed « Kaaaaaaaaaaiiiissssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ». All the tourists under the Eiffel Tower knew that we were looking for someone or maybe that this kind of screaming was a scout ritual…
Juice can be proud of himself, because he has been the first guy I saw wh
o told “Salut ma poule” (hello my chicken) to my father. I was laughing so much…
Yes, because I was teaching Juice some French, and he was teaching me Finnish back. And we both did quite well actually.
Every morning we were telling each other :
- Salut ma poule ! Ca va ?
- Ca va et toi ?
- Trrrrrrrranquiille !
That’s it… I miss you terribly ma poule… It’s quite hard to make so good friends and see them going back in their country… I’d like to have you next to me to talk till 04.00 AM as we used to do, but I have to accept you are far from Germany. Maybe one day in Germany ?
Juice rakas, I love you, and I look forward to listening to your first album.
Minä rakastan sinua ja minä kaipaan minun kanani... Pusuja ja haleja.
The first time I saw Juice in “Plaza”, I said to myself: “this guy looks nice with his scout jacket…” (of course it’s ironic haha). It was my first night in Bielefeld, and we were already giving our room numbers, not to visit each other when the night comes (we only met a few hours before, we had to be patient), but simply to get in touch, that’s all.
And I went to his room the day after, and saw for the first time all the seven Finnish students: nice brochette.
It’s during the first week-end in Berlin that I learnt a lot about Juice. I remember climbing the Berliner Dom, and I heard Juice who started singing in Finnish. I said to myself “oh oh, this guy is not a beginner”…but didn’t say anything.
And what should I say about the trip in the bus coming back from Berlin. Juice tried to say my name (Clément) so many times, but couldn’t say it right. I heard so many wrong things that I couldn’t stop laughing: Clima, Climo (which is now my nickname), Clémo, Climaaaa, Climääää!!! But no Clément… And try to imagine what they did with Serge’s name… I thought that each time they (Finns) tried to say his name that they were sick because of the weird sounds coming from their mouth.
I then learnt that Juice was a songwriter and already recorded a few songs. And I love your songs Juice, and just know that every morning when I'm going to work, I listen to your songs to make me happy. By the way, I wanted to tell you that the gallop in the chorus of the song « Vasten Varjonen » sounds
really gay haha. If you want to visit Juice’s website, click on this link http://personal.inet.fi/koti/juice/ and then click on Muusikko, and then the song’s names will appear on the left of the page. Just click on and enjoy.Juice became my best friend in Bielefeld, the one I was sharing all my secrets with. And there were so much at this time… I remember in Elephant Club that we spent two or three hours in the toilets… CHATTING about our love problems but also about some other things. We both had our beer bottles that we were filling up with water as soon as they were empty. And all the guys who needed to pee were seeing us there again and again and were asking themselves “What the hell are they doing in the toilets?” So now we know everything about each other, we cannot offer to have an argument, the consequences would be terrible. But I cannot see how it is possible to have an argument with Juice rakas…
Juice has a great charm. His smile is dangerous for a girl talking with him, and he just has to take his guitar and sing to have one. But he always listens to his heart, and his heart is beating for the beautiful Jana from Czech Republic.
One of the funniest moments I had with Juice was this incredible day we spent in Rome in November 2006. I love this city and decided to have a crazy day and walk around Rome. Juice decided to join me and we left the hotel at 08.00 in the morning and we came back around 21.00, with only a short break to eat an amazing pizza. We were walking along the Via Appia to go and visit the catacombs. But the Via Appia is a very confined way
bordered by two walls. And the problem was that when a car was coming, we had to go very close to the wall to avoid it. But the REAL problem was when TWO cars were coming. We had to go back against the wall, and waiting for the car to go, and our belts to be brushed the rearview mirror… Juice was really scared, so was I, but I tried to hide it haha.Still in Rome, we went to the Villa Medicis to take a pee, because we couldn’t handle more, and Juice opened a door thinking it was the toilets, and entered in an office, where everybody was looking at him… So funny. I’m laughing alone writing that…
Then we went to Paris and I will always remember him asking the girl in the post-office at the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. “Je voudrais trois timbres s’il vous plait” (I’d like three stamps please). And because I was filming it, we did three movies of him asking the woman, because he couldn’t say the sentence. I still have the video…
Just before that, we were under the Eiffel Tower where we were supposed to meet Kaisu and Fiona, and Juice went on a bench and screamed « Kaaaaaaaaaaiiiissssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ». All the tourists under the Eiffel Tower knew that we were looking for someone or maybe that this kind of screaming was a scout ritual…
Juice can be proud of himself, because he has been the first guy I saw wh
o told “Salut ma poule” (hello my chicken) to my father. I was laughing so much…Yes, because I was teaching Juice some French, and he was teaching me Finnish back. And we both did quite well actually.
Every morning we were telling each other :
- Salut ma poule ! Ca va ?
- Ca va et toi ?
- Trrrrrrrranquiille !
That’s it… I miss you terribly ma poule… It’s quite hard to make so good friends and see them going back in their country… I’d like to have you next to me to talk till 04.00 AM as we used to do, but I have to accept you are far from Germany. Maybe one day in Germany ?
Juice rakas, I love you, and I look forward to listening to your first album.
Minä rakastan sinua ja minä kaipaan minun kanani... Pusuja ja haleja.
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