To leave Luxemourg… It seems like mission impossible. We’re standing on the road, wind affects our hiker enthusiasm in a negative way, which melting on a strong rain. We will let down all the fans of hitchhiking and take a train to Metz. Everything is easier now, a car pulls over and we get to Paris at the second attempt.
We are going down town, and we meet Milan Rakic (not from dead poets society 🙂 ), he lives in Paris, and he is from Šabac.
We go sightseeing and to Pompidou center where Aijan is waiting for us. We hang out, record, running around, chasing, change the subway lines…
How does the view over the city from Montparnasse look like to Slavoljub… That’s the topic of the day!