I am a Parisian. In 1889, at the time the Berlin wall collapsed, as a 20 years your man,I had the chance to meet a cool guys who had the paper map of the "non

I am a Parisian. In 1889, at the time the Berlin wall collapsed, as a 20 years your man,I had the chance to meet a cool guys who had the paper map of the "non official" catacombes. Fuck boy, let's go men ! We started at midnight after a few beers in a poor Paris area ( Denfert Rochereau). The entrance of the "unofficial katacombes" was an o small manhole next to an abandonned train track. We had to run into to avoid the "catacombes police". Once inside boy: kilometers of corridors, sometimes mostly dry, sometimes half floaded. I tell you water is cold. After 90 minutes of walk, we arrived at the "pinacle of the night". It was these bones cathédrales or corridors. We would walk into "à Quatre pâtes" on thousand of bones carefully packed. Terrifying but so exciting for a young guy like me. Fuck what a night ! We got out , with a tibia as a souvenir, my sister doing dentist studies at the time took back a full scull with many teeth, Wich apparently was necessary to practice at University. All this to say that the Paris morgue entertainment show does surprise me but I can understand. Death was so commun, so 'normal'. Today we are also a bit extremist in a way. Perhaps