text: Marie: What's up, darling?
  Sara: Hi Marie. I'm in France looking for a job. Pity I can't make it for those workshops in Lisbon. Are u going?
  Marie: No, I don't have time now. Where in France?
  Sara: in Cannes. If you draw a straight line, it's quite close to Barcelona :P
  Marie: hehe I'm still renovating. I'm gonna jump off a cliff if it doesn't end soon. Can't do it any longer.
  Sara: it is always like this!
  Marie: I thought I knew it
  Sara: My parents planned 3 months and it turned into 10 years :D
  Marie: seriously it takes way toooo long
  Sara: haha
  Marie: What kind of job? Are you practising "Aaaaaaaaaaaa"?
  Sara: waitress
  Marie: there you have it - singing waitress <3
  Sara: I'm not practising anything right now or they would put me in a mental institution, this is a different world here
  Marie: hehe
  Sara: only talks about restaurants, fast cars and watches
  Marie: in a mental institution you could have peace at least and time for practising hehe
  Sara: and electrotherapy
  Marie: this was in 19th century ;)
  Sara: I'd bring my own blender there
  Marie: and metal straws and the whole set in an eco-bag
  Sara: damn right! I packed it all
  Marie: you took it to France too?
  Sara: of course!
  Marie: haha <3
  Sara: and a garlic press
target: Sara is in Cannes looking for a job as a waitress. Marie is renovating. According to Sara, if she started singing at her job, she would be put in a psychiatric hospital. She's certain that even there she would take her usual set of useful everyday items, that she took to France. 