I am spending the night in Du Gaulle airport... flight leaves tomorrow and I don't have 50 euro to spend for a night at a hotel.
Really, it's quite scary. One of them keeps singing to himself and happily ho
humming while cutting bread and making pasta in a tiny electric kettle in one of the two available sockets. (the other one is occupied by my laptop) All the couches are occupied and one of the bums yelled at me already for getting too close to its couch space.
I'm going to go find myself a corner to sleep in so that I at least feel safe. I hope the service lady doesn't smell my passport tomorrow.
Au revoir, r3v. If you don't see me again, look for me on milk cartons.
Really, it's quite scary. One of them keeps singing to himself and happily ho
humming while cutting bread and making pasta in a tiny electric kettle in one of the two available sockets. (the other one is occupied by my laptop) All the couches are occupied and one of the bums yelled at me already for getting too close to its couch space.
I'm going to go find myself a corner to sleep in so that I at least feel safe. I hope the service lady doesn't smell my passport tomorrow.
Au revoir, r3v. If you don't see me again, look for me on milk cartons.

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