I've Been To Paris 06/10/2018 “I’m lovely and lonely. I belong deeply to myself.” - Warsan Shire I remember stumbling off the midnight train that took us from Amstrdam through Belgium, to Paris, with a strange crew of ticket-holders that surrounded my two girlfriends and I, with almost a menacing sense, that eighteen-year-olds think of a s bravado. One was flashing a handgun around. Did not see him after the stop at the Belgium border where the gendarmes came through, and we showed our passports and we were deemed READ MORE
“I’m lovely and lonely. I belong deeply to myself.” - Warsan Shire I remember stumbling off the midnight train that took us from Amstrdam through Belgium, to Paris, with a strange crew of ticket-holders that surrounded my two girlfriends and I, with almost a menacing sense, that eighteen-year-olds think of a s bravado. One was flashing a handgun around. Did not see him after the stop at the Belgium border where the gendarmes came through, and we showed our passports and we were deemed