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Imagine. Living in a world where it feels black and white. One side is all-good where everyone lives their lives the way they choose to. On the dark side, people can’t choose their own path. Constant policing of the state strictly monitors it. Everything they want to do is checked upon and anything they do against the state will be found out and are severely punished. Miroslav sees that on the news every day and feels like everyone else; don't get into everyone’s business. He lives in Munich with his family. A recent college graduate, he feels nothing motivates him and just wants to hang around until he can find a job. And he also feels that he, like many others, doesn't want to get into the whole mess that the two German states are conflicting. But one phone call will change all of that.
Un Belle Ville
Whew! I’m here. Like, I’m actually in Paris, France. OK, it’s the airport and I haven’t clear customs yet but none the less I am in a foreign country. So after customs and picking up my bag it was now a question on how to get to my hostel. Like any airport they can be situated within the city or outside. Paris CDG, named after the French General Charles De Gaul sits about 30 min outside Paris. There were a plethora of transport options to take. I chose the train as it was a good way to see the country for its first glimpse and that is how I was getting around most of the time while in Paris. The Paris Metro is old but quite distinguished and beautiful. With its unique Art Nouveau architecture, classic trains and stations with names like Oprea (named after the famous Paris Opera) to Pierre Et Marie Curie(famous scientists) and Robespierre (the famous French Revolutionist who made beheading quite popular), there was always a piece of history to see and learn about. So, 80 Euros later I had a ticket and found my way to the station where I could get on an inbound train to the city.
Un Belle Ville
It started with getting on the wrong train… OK not really. But that did happen. Before I tell the story of my adventure in Paris, I should probably explain how I came to choose this city as my destination. Let us begin shall we?