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Summary: The travel diary of a perpetual immigrant, a pure product of the globalized 21st century. Moving, full of humor and passion, this journey aims to reflect the lives of today's African students, constantly caught up in the multiple cultures they must navigate.
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[…] But during these two days of work, there wasn't only the grumpy Viking. There was also Svetlana. Actually, I don't remember her first name, but she looked like she should be called Svetlana. 23-24 years old, Polish, 5'11", blonde with blue eyes, "beautiful" lungs that exude health... and cold as an Inuit ice cube! Every time I managed to get her to smile, or rather, pout, I felt like I'd successfully ascended Lake Mayi-Ndombe in Yakari the Little Indian's canoe. In the end, I left with Emmy's "06" or "07," rather, the Irish redhead. She seems to have overindulged in the Yorkshire pudding, but nothing prohibitive for the moment.
No ironic smile. My goal is to perfectly master the language of Shakespeare, not that of a Third European country... But I still had to restrain myself at the coffee machine when she asked me: "France isn't a part of Africa, isn't it?" I deleted the number from my address book on the bus home. […]
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