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once my parents said that we had to move away from my home town, my birth place, my comfort zone. I found myself in Paris then, hardly not speaking any french, missing the beaches of Cali and thinking of better times Sitting in a little cafe near Rue Bonaparte sharing a cigarette with a gray-haired stranger philosophizing about life and feeling the sand of Santa Monica Beach on my skin Suddenly a stranger asked me something I didn't understand so I stuttered menez-moi à la maison, à l'endroit auquel j'appartiens
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
pardon, my french
once my parents said that we had to move away from my home town, my birth place, my comfort zone. I found myself in Paris then, hardly not speaking any french, missing the beaches of Cali and thinking of better times Sitting in a little cafe near Rue Bonaparte sharing a cigarette with a gray-haired stranger philosophizing about life and feeling the sand of Santa Monica Beach on my skin Suddenly a stranger asked me something I didn't understand so I stuttered menez-moi à la maison, à l'endroit auquel j'appartiens
last sentence means: "take me home to the place I belong"
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
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