The heavy, ancient printer started printing my récépissé. I closed my eyes. Whenever the old printer starts running in a French immigration office, you’re in the clear. I had done it. I had survived my first year in France and … Continue reading
The heavy, ancient printer started printing my récépissé. I closed my eyes. Whenever the old printer starts running in a French immigration office, you’re in the clear. I had done it. I had survived my first year in France and … Continue reading