Lost In Paris

I arrived in Paris on the 20th of October 09. I left France in March 1995 and I had never been back since. And, oh my gosh, what a change of scenery… and lifestyle… and everything!

I had completely lost touch with France because my parents and I barely talk and I had lost touch with most of my friends. We used to mail each other but letters would take weeks to arrive, weeks to come back and sometimes letters would get lost…

“You know Prisqua, Australia is at the other side of the world…” I am often reminded…

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