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  • This is my fifth day here in Paris. I stay in a house on the east side, in suburbs, so I take RER line A everyday to go to the city center and come back.

    In my first days, I didn't realize it that much. It was just different for me because I come from another country but now I can name it. Actually, whenever I get into the train, even in the train station, this feeling starts sinking in; it’s a faint despair… Maybe it is the colors used, maybe it is people’s expression on their faces, maybe it is just lack of oxygen, I don’t know…

    There is an accordion player inside the train now playing La Cumparsita but it feels as if his existence hits on us and bounces back to the other dimension he belongs to. Nobody shows any reaction, not even a twitch in an eye. This is so strange but I want to act like a Parisienne too so I put on my headphones like everybody else, turn on the music. I ignore La Cumparsita and stay inside my own virtual bubble. But my choices become more and more depressing as I scroll down my playlist...

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