Welcome to France...isn't it depressing?

Of course, it's not a surprise to write that the arrival in France was kind of harsh.

The first challenge was to make the passport controler smile...no way! He was desesperatly stupid. I was already missing my dear Montrealers. Then, sijeka and me had to undergo a loooooong time so as to get our luggages at the airport of Paris (Roissy-CDG). People were as nice as only Frencg people could be. That is...not! Anyway, as soon as we get out of the airport in order to smoke some 5 or 6 cigarettes, we stopped as several French policemen were arresting a Black guy at his arrival from whatever-country. No doubt! We were indeed in France, the country where everybody is your friend....HELP!

I spent the next month eating French food, drinking French wine and seeing family and friends. I felt good but also surprised and quite disapointed when I realized that, despite the fact that one year has passed since the last time I had seen them, I found them almost in the exact same situations I had left them before. I was feeling bad for them because, even if they evolved during the time I didn't see them, we had almost the same conversations as before. Like...like I wasn't gone. Maybe it's the fact that their "stayed-exactly-the-same" situation made me feel bad because it was, well! in my mind, a sort of denial of my year in Montreal.

Anyway, I stayed only a month. It was enough!

And, then, I left for Bulgaria and another trip (less important however) was beginning...