In France there is the river Moselle and somewhere at the bottom lies what once were the keys to my first independent accommodation. On the start of à journey through Europe, I decided France was worthy of my flat and of my life.
I walked the Rhin valley for nearly a week, at one point in my own mind I had been shot in the head and was now a french citizen.
My trek did not go unrewarded. A local lady took sympathy on me and payed for a room in a river-side chalet with a beefy meal thrown in; of course I can never go back.
My passport is somewhat of an urban myth. The embassy in Stockholm have issued what would appear to be my final cover, they would like me to stay here until I have payed my debt to société for breaking into they're embassy. Ten years have passed since the incident, which means legally the case is over.
I still don't understand borders. If borders are to be created using land masses as they so often are, then how can anyone determine where the next one should be created?
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