Dino, somewhere near Beaubourg, Paris
Originally Dino had to be my travel-mate. But there we met so many people...
Irene, Tube and Isotta, Place de la République, Paris
I studied with Irene last year in Milano, then she moved to Copenhagen but now she is in Paris, where she's doing an internship at Lagardere for the magazine ELLE.
Tube is a university-friend too, but he's now taking his double degree at HEC in Jouy en Josas, near Paris.
Isotta, his girlfriend, lives now in Sarajevo, but was on holiday in Paris.
Do you think this is a mess? Not yet...
Paul, at La Caravane, Paris
Pol, Pol, Pol! He was the only one we actually planned to meet in Paris. Mon Pol! We met in Milano, while he was there for an Erasmus from Paris, but now he lives in London.
I wait you soon now that you work a lot and you're rich!
Charles, Sophie, Rémi, au Chat Noir, Paris
Charles and Sophie hosted me and Dino for the first two nights in Paris. That was their first couchsurfing experience, but they've been actually amazing with us. Sophie is only 24 but she already teaches French, Latin and ancient Greek, while Charles works in fishing at the Ministry of Agriculture.
Rémi is a friend of Paul and he is Parisian. That's the only thing I know about him.
Ahmed, au Chat Noir, Paris
Ahmed is Paul's room-mate in London and we loved him. Ahmed you're a great guy and the way you laugh makes me laugh a lot. Hope to meet you soon, in Toronto, in Milan, in Paris or anywhere!
Camille, at her place, Paris
Camille is the beautiful Paul's cousin. She hosted us for two nights, but she's been incredible in any situation: cooking pasta, helping us at the police station, booking our taxi in the early morning, but she gave her best in drinking red wine and talking about art and politics. Camille the angel!
Stella and Betty, sur la Seine, Paris
They came to Paris for the Godspeed You Black Emperor (yes, very short name) concert. Another great coincidence. Thanks to Paul we spent an unthinkable night in Paris, dancing in a stranger's house till 6 am, than going to Montmartre waiting for the sunrise. It didn't arrive. Paul forgot that it was January and we had to wait till 8.30 for the parisian sun.
le tourbillon de la vie