5 years ago, I bought a pair of Nike red shoes. I liked the style, the colour, and mostly the comfort.
They became faithful journey companions, and I was a loyal owner. I took those shoes to 4 continents.
My red shoes became mythical. They generated panic and fury in the ruling class and bosses alike, which made me wear them even more often! I'll never forget Melvin's pale face when I pretended those were my only shoes for a meeting in Amsterdam.
They were a useful tool as well, for my more than occasional black market ticket transactions. "Meet me under the Freddie Mercury at Tottenham Court Road. I'll be wearing red shoes". Never failed!
Most of all, they made sure that in the rugged paths of Honduras, the steep peaks of the Andes, the never ending avenues of Chicago, the slippery wet floors of Tokyo's fish market or Australia's dusty roads I could feel like I was walking on pillows. Sadly they passed away victims of the ruthless Western Australia heat. I'll never find such comfort again...
These shoes were more than pillows. They were a friend. A confident. A trusted companion who always had an advice, and who was never afraid to tell me what I needed to hear. (I'm getting sentimental, I know....)
Farewell, my friends. may the rubbish bin life lead you to meet other faithful shoe sole road dust busters. I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about.

Venice 2004 - Marco and I Trying to break into a church

Miami Beach 2005 - The end of an era

London 2006 - At my Notting Hill house

Paris 2007 - Le jump man

Yokohama 2008 - Banzai jump man!!

Tasmania 2008 - Still going strong

Western Australia 2009 - The last journey

Still hanging in there. Well deserved retirement