FRANCE | Monday, 17 November 2014 | Views [207] | View Larger Image
- Can you open it a little bit?
My roommate kindly asked me. It was early in my last morning in Nice, and I was just lying in my bunk bed, watching the cloud slowly floating through the dusty attic window.
- Sure. Where is your next stop?
- Paris. You?
- I am coming home.
Coincidentally, fate brought four of us in this little dorm room of a tiny hostel, and coincidentally, our room was in the attic with the big window which we could open for the fresh air to get in, or to hear the far-away horn of the trains from the station. We were all travelers, some have traveled for a year, or like me, only a month. We spoke different languages, had different stories, but we all shared the love for travel. From strangers, we now become friends.
