•  Although the train I took from Novi Sad to Belgrade was a very old one, and was one hour late I had a wonderful trip, and one more Balkan discount: I use to don't trust a lot the controllers in the transports, but the one I had to deal with in this train was quite cool,  the ticket was 288 dinars (2,88€). As I didn't have change, instead of taking more money from my big note, he gave me back more 10 dinar (which is actually only 0,10€, but quite surprising for an employee from a profession which is one of the most corrupted here)!
    The trains was going slowly, stopping in a lot of stations in the countryside, the air entering by the window was really pleasant, compensating the very high temperature from outside (around 35 degrees for the last days!), and the passengers very quite. I had a very nice time, going from the sun setting slowly over the Serbian countryside to the great "White nights" of Dostoievski, who was exactely describing the happiness of being alive in the middle of the normal things of life, that can be so delightful if we pay attention to them...Perfect!

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     In Belgrade I have been rudely welcomed by the mosquitos! I couldn't sit anywhere waiting for my host, without being attacked by tens of them, what's a hell!!! Fortunaltely few days after, as it's made every years, a plane was going to overfly the city spreading insecticide, action certainly very bad for the environment but so relieving!
    I must say that the weather, which got really great since my arrival in Serbia, is quite hard to deal with: after a rainy period in Bosnia, I had to adapt myself to a burning sun, which is quite heavy to support in the city! But thanks to this powerful sun, I confirmed some impressions that I had in Novi Sad: Serbian people are really relax when comes the summer time. Terraces are full, and there are a lot of people everywhere outside: in the streets, parks, cafés.... And I've been able to check a stereotype that follows me since Slovenia: Serbian people enjoy life and as they tell themselves, don't like to work!

     

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    This willing of enjoying life is quite understandable when you talk with those "lazy people"about the former life in Belgrade in the 90's. First, people had to face the after-war, NATO and Western Europe Union had decided to punish the remaining Yugoslavia because of its "bad behavior", imposing an embargo in 1992, that lasted for 3 years. During this time the local money, Dinar, went completly unstable, and the word is weak: in 1993 was indeed one of the biggest inflation in world, at this time, one Deutsch Mark (currency used in Yugoslavia since this German occupation) was equal as 500 billion dinars (the note with the most zeros ever printed: 500 000 000 000). People were earning miserable salaries (when they had a job). There were regular shortages of everything, black market was reigning, and people were fighting in the street trying to get bread, yogurt, cigarettes, any daily consumer products. In Belgrade especially, the buses and trains were a mess: people could use the transports for free in the city, because the State was not able to provide a correct transport network, so buses were circulating irregularly, full to bursting, and this lasted until 2002.
    After this unbelievable economic situation until 1995, the Kosovo war took place, ad NATO bombed Belgrade during 78 days. Their target were Yuogslav military infrastructures, which was involving a lot of obvious collateral damages (great expression to excuse civils' death...): for example a guy told me that he was living in the area of the airport of Belgrade, just next to a military base, so his area was regulary bombed.
    Despite all those heavy events, Serbians kept this joie de vivre, that you can notice anywhere you go.

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    I was very glad when I realized how easy it was to take picture of people, they are completly relaxed regarding this, some of them were saying "Hvala" (thanks), when I was taking them! There are markets everywhere, like I have already seen a lot in  BiH, even in Belgrade, where you can find all the fashion Western stores, a lot of people sell pop corn in the street or handmade craft. I appreciated a lot to find in many streets sellers of second hand books, proposing very small prices, free or cheap culture, that is very important!
     When I heard about swimming in the river I couldn't resist and I went with Wesam, the Lybian flatmate of my host, in Ada Ciganlija, an artificial peninsula on Sava river. I was quite surprised once again when I arrived there to see that it was like a beach, with many frameworks, bars and fast foods, people renting boats, and shitty american music, on  the other side of the river, and of course it was full of people. Even if it's not the kind of places that I liked, it's so good to be able to refresh, just 10 minutes by bus from the city center of the capital...

    I had a good surprise staying with this 'guys' flat in Belgrade: I have been the witness of a great friendship between those Lybian and English guys, I think I've never seen such a complicity between so different people! I laughed a lot watching them playing like children, as if they knew each other forever. The treatment I received there was also part of the surprise: those 2 guys were taking care of me as if I was a child, always worrying if I was hungry or needed something, preparing food for me, waw, perfect! And I have to admit that Sam,  this English guy was a great person, yes, an English guy, I admit! We were laughing a lot once again ( it already happened in another English in the train), about the French-English hatred. For the first time in my life I spent a lot of time with a "rosbiff", as we call them , walking around, talking about Serbia, that he knows quite well since he lives there, travelling, life, and watching the first football games of the world cup, and yes, I can say that we became friends!

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     A meteorological miracle happened when I left Tuzla and entered Serbia: the rain stopped, the clouds left, and the sky became blue and the sun strongly shinning! So I arrived in Novi Sad quite wet? But this time not because of the rain... My host Branislav came to take me at the station, and we went to his place, in Petrovaradin, the oldest area in the city, where remain the oldest houses, from the Hasbourg monarchy period. We went for a walk to the main attraction of the city: the fortress, huge extents of stone remparts lying on the hill, with a beautiful view over the city. Under the fortress, 16km of tunnels have been dug, which are today a perfect opportunity to create original places like clubs, also requisitioned by some homelesses or junkies to squat (homelesses always find the best places!). And I cannot talk about Novi Sad or Petrovaradin without talking about the EXIT festival, that everybody is talking me about since the beginning of my trip,one of the most famous in Europe, where the most famous international bands already played. Unfortunately we can say that the festival is victim of its own success, because now the headlining are commercial singers and the price of the tickets is not popular at all...
     Despite of this, Novi Sad is doubtless a dynamic cultural center of Serbia, and I had the chance to arrive at the same time as the Cinema City was starting!! Many movies were projected in the afternoon and evenings in different places of the city, inside or outside, for free!! Only for some movies projected inside sometimes they were making people pay, asking for an absurd price: 1,5€! Thanks to this I've seen one of the last Hollywood blockbusters: Alice in wonderland, which I had heard so much in the medias, and I was glad that I didn't pay to see this (Tim Burton disappointed me!)!!! I've also seen a documentary about one of my favourite band: Gogol Bordello, in which they express their crazyness. Also an interesting documentary: my letter to Pippa, a Turkish girl who supposedly hitchhikes alone, showing the condition of the women in the traditional and conservative Turkey. I didn't see the beginning but didn't like the image she gives of what is my favourite country so far, because we could more or less talk about the same in every European country.

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     As a good host, Branislav took me to the exact kind of place that I love, in any country: flee market! It was a big confusion of people when we arrived there, and he told me that every Sunday was like that, and even more some years ago: the people from coutryside used to come to the market and spend there the few money they had earned during the week, besides being a commercial attraction, it was the biggest social meeting for those people.
    Something interesting happened when we crossed the street: some policemen were on the other side of the road looking at us, and when Branislav saw them, he got paniqued: the pedestrian sign was red! I thought he didn't have reason to worry so much and was exagerating, but indeed he was right: before the police could possibly give a  6€ fine for this reason, but now, the punishment increased to 6000 dinars!! But Branislav is smart and he managed to inspire them pity enough to let him leave!
    At the "entrance" of the market, the stalls are set directly on the floor. And of course, the goods range is infinitely varied: shoes, kitchen tools, toys, furnitures, clocks, tools of any kinds, mechanic pieces, any pieces of any machine, actually, mobiles, jewels, stamps collections... A lot of gypsies were sellers, I understand now better why my little girl in Tuzla was collecting anything she found, even things that looked stupid to me!
     When you enter "inside" the market, the shalls are arranged in a better way, and a little bit more specialized, some in clocks, others in mechanical pieces, etc... Of course there are barbecues and small fast foods and bars everywhere, but Branislav advised me not to eat there!  Some shalls propose treasures, I've been very tempted to buy a very old  and beautiful watch for 10€, but I had no money to spend... Instead of this, I've found a great souvenir: an old military bag from Yugoslav army, part of those treasures stalls, for 1,5€ . You can learn a lot by walking in the market: for example we found a gathering of a lot of food products very familiar to me: nestlé, milka, etc, those products are indeed bought abroad, in EU, and even brought here and sold for a higher price, they are still cheaper than in supermarkets, because of the very high customs taxes imposed to non EU countries. Of course there is the cheap clothes part proposing very cheap clothes from China. We also found an old Russian woman selling cans of smoked fish and sardines that seemed to be from Soviet Union, Branislav bought some, we discovered that the aspect was really weird but the taste not bad. The best sight seing that I could have, thanks Branislav!
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    It has been a nice approach of Serba that I had in Novi Sad, with a host who doesn't only say that everythin is beautiful, and has a nice critical spirit, besides very interesting political opinion, about which we had great talks! And probably because of the hot weather, it was impressive how people were oing out. From 5PM there were people everywhere in the street, cafés, in the park, everybody out, a proove of people who enjoy life...
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  •  The rain followed me until Tuzla, 4th biggest and mostly industrial city of BiH. This "salt city" (tuz is the Turkish word for salt), is above all famous for its natural saltwater springs.  I have to say that I was quite surprised when I have been there, imagining a big natural place, and eventually found a kind of outdoor pool where you can't swim in without buying a ticket, with fake huts and deck chairs ...
    But the most interesting factor for me was that I heard it had been a special multi-cultural city for ages. Situated in the North West of BiH, its location looks like a croossroads between the 2 parts of Republika Srpska, the Bosnian (muslims) area, and its Croatian and Serbian neighbours. This important melting pot spot is famous for its historical struggles against every occupation (Ottoman, Austro-Hungarian and Nazi), and for the support between people and  in time of troubles. In my opinion, this could maybe explained by the numerous factories in the city, implying that  evrybody works together , turning the social relationships prevail on ethnical consideration...? Boris, my host there, is a good representation of this: son of a Croatian mother and Serbian father, and frequenting a muslim girl, he considers himself as a full Bosnian.

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    TIME OF GYPSIES

    Here in Tuzla I had my first contact with Gypsy people.
    They welcomed me at the exit of the bus, a child trying to carry my big pagpack out from the bus trunk. I moved him, because I didn't want to give any money, and also because this bag was very heavy for this small boy! Then of course him more other children started to ask for some money. I proposed an apple to the first one, he accepted and ran with it, so glad! I felt bad that I have been a little rude with him first. And I got quite frightened when I offered all my apples to the other ones, and see that they were having the same reaction, running everywhere and trying to steal each other! Fuck! those children were really hungry, they are not lying! When I sit out from the station to wait for my host, a small gypsy girl who may be 8 or 9 years old sit next to me. She didn't get any apple so I proposed her some bread that I had in my bag, but she saw the cheese in the same bag and started to ask for it. I refused, telling her it was bread or nothing, so she started to insistently begging, as gypsies make so well. When I left with my host, she told "fuck you", I was not surprised...
     The day after, I was sit on a café, and I saw her coming and begging from the people there outside. She recognized me and said Ciao with a smile, not vindictive at all from the day before. I told her to come and proposed some strawberries I just bought (Oh yeah, in BiH I'm eating strawberries almost everydays: for 1,5€ I get half a kilo, and they are very tasty!!), and she was shy to take it. She was carrying a small bag where she collected some things and  I asked her whet she had : she showed me several things and offered me a little bag of honey that you get in bars with tea. I found it sweet.
     The day after I saw her again, entering in the big trash compartment and opening all the bags trying to find anything. I know that it's the life of a lot of gypsy children, and the great thing is that she was not ashamed at all when I came to her, going out from this big trash with her child innocence! I tried to speak with her, asking for what she have found today, she showed me, very proud of her treasure, some porcelain cups, still intact. And she insisted a lot to give me one! I refused, and went with her to the backery to get a cake for her... Then I made some pictures of her and she was so happy to see herself on the camera! INTRODUCTIONEven if  I didn't change anything in her life and she willl probably continue to live in misery, I'm glad that I brought some smiles to this sweet little girl that I first condidered as a small monster...

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  •  I was not surprised, when I arrived in Republika Srpska, that most of the signs are written in  Serbian cyrillic and few are translated in latin letters. Fortunately I had already started to study my cyrillic alphabet, so I was not really lost. In the train from Sarajevo, I saw the landscape, still as intensely green, but orthodox churches were started to appear more and more in the detriment of the mosques.
     So, I arrived in Banja Luka, unofficial capital of Republika Srpska, 2nd political-territorial entity of BiH declared by the Serb's assembly the same day as the independance of the Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina in the 7th April 1992. The Constitution of BiH recognize it since 1995. Since this, Republika Srpska has its own President, Parliament, Executives, supreme and lower courts, postal service...

    I can say that I arrived in a good day: it was Matura,the last day of school for students in the highschool! The sister of my host Igor, was among those students, the whole family was effervescent and she was very stressed, trying to fix her hair without managing, whereas she was perfect! Then we left the home, to join the gathering of the students in the park, where every student and their families go and take a lot of pictures. Every young people was really well dressed, with a perfect presentation, above all the girls, and I know some guy who would have gone mad in the middle of this! Indeed, since I am here in BiH, everywhere I go the girls look quite impressive to me: all of them are very sophisticated, and it s true that I can find many "barbies", as I like to call them. But without this, small girls, teenagers, women and old women, they have this innate natural good looking. Knowing that the mixing is often reason of beauty, this one probably cromes from the Ottoman marks, among other else...
     After the gathering in the park came the defile, in which boys and girls walk in queue in front of the people, who are still taking a lot of pictures. And it was a real top model parade, the girls with such beautiful dresses and hairdresses really looked like princesses, and they were perfectely playing their roles in front of the cameras objectives...

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     My stayed in Banja Luka was very rainy, because of that I didnt enjoy the nature around, like the Jajce waterfalls but Igor showed me intresting residential areas, important thing to see to have an idea of one city's life, according to me. This confirmed some ideas that I had about the country until then. For example the supermarket invasion didn t take place yet here, every very small shop remain, many groceries selling basic consumer products, a lot of shops and markets selling fruits and vegetables, even improvized stalls in the street . Also on each corner of a street, you can find a kiosk (and , funny thing for a rolling tobacco smoker like me:all of them sell paper and filters... but no rolling tobacco!). And I think I dont exagerate if I say that in every single street you can find a Frizier (hairdresser), which is not so surprising when you watch girls' hair perfection (and I'm asking: what is the cause and the consequence: girls willing to be perfect or the omnipresence of hairdressers?). The few things I have seen gave to me the image of quite a pleasant city to live, people tell there that the perfect situation for them would be to live there with a western European wage, without willing to leave.
     A factor of progress of Banja Luka's urban life and in the wole Banovina (administrative departement of this region) has been the great undertaken of its mayor, Ban Milosavljevic, who came, who came in the city in 1929. Under his guidance were created hundreds of schools, bridges, many roads, hotels, sports and cultural institutions (as the national theatre and museum), and the achievement od Saint Trinity's church construction (and without being a big churches fan , I have to say this one is quite impressive, as the catholic one, in another style...).
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     In 1969 these efforts have been partially ruined by a devastating earthquake (5,4 on Richter scale) that damaged a lot of buildings. Fortunately, a great support came from all over Yugoslavia, and the city recovered quite a good standart of living.

    RELATIVISM

     During my stay in Banja Luka with Igor, I have found some answers to many questions I was wondering about, mainly about Serbian war crimes and their bloodthirsty fighters reputation. I am not going to defend one side, but make people consider a different point of view than the one imposed by the medias, about which we should be very careful.
     Before coming to the Balkans, I tried to get some knowledge about the war in Yugoslavia, reading some things on the internet and watching " The death of Yugoslavia", serie of documentaries made by BBC, which gathered the heads of State from this time and important representants of the army testifying. Several things disturbed me in those documentaries, but I thought that at the end it was quite good, because a lot of people already saw it the Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia i Herzegovina, it has been diffused on national television.
     Igor interested himself a lot about the subject (maybe he's been sick of hearing constantly that Serbs are "the bad people"), and has made a lot of researches about this subject, basing himself on  real facts and testimonies. We made researches together and I discovered once again that there is never any source which is really objective. We watched some of "The Death of Yugoslavia" together, and I've asked him to tell me whenever he found something wrong. Some speeches of different people are cut in the middle, or mistranslated, the speaking time is poorly distributed... Well it's very easy to take one's side.
     I'm changing my mind a lot while I'm doing this trip, discovering one more time that everything is never all black or white. Depending on the placs I was in, the peope I was talking with, I heard different versions of what happened, who made what, and I concluded one more time that History and facts are very easy to manipulate.

     I would like to share with you two polemical subjects, without trying to give reason to one side.

    MARKALE MARKET:         Although we only hear about one massacre, two murderous attacks happend on this market place in Sarajevo. The first one happened on th February of 1994, when a mortar shell landed in the market and killed 68 people and wounded 144. The first UNPROFOR report claimed that the shell had been fired from Bosnian governmnt position. Some days later, another UNPROFOR report noted a calculation error in the original findings. The official conclusion of the United Nations establishes that it was impossible to determine from where the shell had been fired.
     The 28th August 1995, another mortar shell killed 37 people and wounded, still in the same crowded market place, during a ceasefire period. UNPROFOR reported immediately and clearely that the shell had been fired from the Army of Republika Srpska. However, a Russian colonel, Andrei Demurenko, after having analized the Serbian positions, concluded that non of them could have been used to fire mortar shells. Of course his conclusions have not been considered as valid.

    THE MOSTAR OLD BRIDGE: in the 9th November of 1993, the 427 years old famous bridge of Mostar was officially destroyed by the Bosnian-Croat artillery fire. During the trial of this case, one Zagreb-based engineer testified that the bridge had been destroyed by a mine activated from Bosniak territory. Experts from Germany have confirmed this analisys tecnically correct. Jean-Claude Antonetti, judge of the trial of the comander of Croatian Defense Coucil, said that at the moment, nothing can prove that  the Croatian Defense Coucil had  destroyed the bridge, nor who ordered its destruction.

    And you're going to ask me: why Bosnian army would have made such things to their people? To find a coherent answer, we have to watch further: Bosnia was fully supported by the US, not surprisingly while the remaining Yugoslavia were supported by Russia. From 1992, around 60000 NATO's troop has been deployed in Bosnia. Why Us involved themselves so much in this conflict, worring so much about Bosnian muslims and European stability and security?
    Those events, among other ones, would have gave an opportunity to Nato's forces to attack Serbian army, "restore" order and justice, and maintaining a world order keeping American interests and ideals by solidify their place in NATO, among other interests.
    This point of view is very well present in the following article:
    - America, Bosnia, Europe: a compalling interest

    With those example, that are NEVER mentioned in any official historical source, we can see how easy it is to draw quick conclusions, but everything is not so simple. There is never a good and a bad side, and every event always depends from games of interests, to the detriment of thousands of people, unfortunately, like in every war.

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  •  In the way from Mostar to Srajevo, I used once again a Balkan discount: my host had told me that it was really not necessary to buy a ticket, just give a coin of 5marks to the controller when he would ask me for my ticket...!  But the controller was not so stupid and saw that I was not from here, so when I gave him the 5 marks he started to frighten me, showing me a note of 10 marks, of course he wanted more! I found another coin of 2 euros and it was ok, and I made 100km for 4,5€.
     It took the train together with an English guy, also travelling in the Balkans. We spent a very funny time, talking about travelling and all the stereotypes French people have about English, and vice versa, it could have become quite a rude discussion but he was a very easy going guy, and didn't get offensed when I called him "rosbiff" (as French call English people), probably because of this great sense of humor English people are famous for having.
    INTRODUCTION I left him in the station of Sarajevo that he already knew, so he could explain me how to reach the national theatre, where my host was waiting for me, then he left to Belgrade. I took the tram number 1, from the oldest full-time tram network in Europe, second in the world after San Fransisco! Inside an old man saw a French book in my bag and started to talk me in French, showing me the sights of the city we were passing.
     My host Dino is very busy, the acting school taking all his time, but he still find the time to host people, at least give them the keys of his flat to give them an opoortunity to stay in Sarajevo.   arrived in the old city, where  I started my exploration. My first impression was:it reminds me Turkey so much! Of course: Sarajevo has been the most important ottoman city after Istanbul.There is an impressive concentration of mosques everywhere in the city , more than I've seen in Turkey (over 100 in the 16th century). The old city's street are strewn with wooden houses selling a lot of products for tourists: clothes, turbans, copper service for coffee... a lot of products I had seen in Mostar. Walking in the numerous small streets of the old city is a real pleasure, in the middle of the numerous traditional shops and retaurants, it's touristic of course, but the local people are smiling and the athmosphere is warm.
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    I enjoyed my first Esan (muslim pray sung from the mosque 5 time a day) in one of those street, but an empty one, just for me, the few merchants there were quiet,  the sun shinning making the coppers sparkling, just a perfect moment!
      I was very enthusiastic about the city, I took the direction of a steep way going toward one of the numerous muslim cemeteries. In the Sarajevo valley where the city spreads, we can find a lot of them, completely integrated in the city. On the top of the hill stands a belvedere with a wonderful view on Sarajevo, another place for perfect moment! Another appreciable aspect is the efficient reconstruction that have been made here, it's quite rare to find some destroyed buildings like in Mostar.
     The places I most enjoyed to stroll were definitely the houses up in the valley. Those red-roofed houses are a mess: built without any symetry between each other,  old or new houses, with many different architecture, all of them with different shapes, make sometimes people using the slope space in a funny way. And it's the greatest walk I had. Moreover I felt very safe walking around in those streets out from the touristic life. People were greeting me, or didn't pay attention to me, I even played football with a small child! On the opposite of what we could imagine, the criminality rate is very low in Sarajevo, and, as a tourist, you can walk safely in the streets, and I really felt it.

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    I had quite a good surprise that had started in last last day in Mostar: by chance walking in the street I met Mette, a Danish girl that had stayed in the same place as me in Split, Croatia, indeed her travel was parallel with mine and she was going to Sarajevo, like me! So I contacted her and she came with another surprise: Joshua, the other American guy who also stayed at the same place and the same time like us in Split! He was taking the road to Hungary but suddenly decided to go South, and we were now all together in Sarajevo. It was fun to meet them again, and tell our respective travel stories that had happen in the meanwhile.
    Both of us were really charmed by the city, and of course everybody agree to explore it. We had nice walks, nice talks. I tried the delicious Bosnaska kava, like Turkish coffee but if I understood well they make it boil 3 times, mmmmh, good, beautiful and cheap!           
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     The second day Dino, my host, and his roomates Nadja (Croatian) and Igor(Bosnian) invited me to a sport lesson they were attending: with the acting school they have the opportunity to make original sports: judo, karate, riding horses, and that day was rappeling! it was quite a funny experience with a class with few students, watching each one going full of fear while a very excentric but excellent teacher teasing them. An american guy talking Bosnian, who worked on the site joined us, he lent some material to the "professor" and talked with everyone, he had been living in Bosnia for 10 years after having been there once and fell in love with this country.
     I had my first experience of rappeling thanks to Dino: he told the "Professor" that I've already done this, so I could go! It was a frightening but great experience, I was not so bad and very enthusiastic after it, and I was ready to do it again!

    INTRODUCTION  INTRODUCTION  INTRODUCTION  INTRODUCTION I'm very grateful to Dino, for this and for the rest. With all the time and energy his school takes him, he still was available to stay with me and enjoy the time spent together, him and his flatemates, Nadja and Igor. Despite their place was pretty small and they live all together in the same room, I never felt like I took too much space, they were sharing everything with me. Those people are truly generous, and it was a real pleasure to stay at their place. I wish them to become famous and talentuous actors!

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