Traveling with expats

And then it came to me. I was traveling to Paris by bus since the bus ticket was really cheap compared to flights back then. What I didn’t know is that this line was mostly used by Serbian expats who were either going back to France after their vacation or were on their way to visit family in Paris.

During that long trip (it took more than 20 hours), I couldn’t help but overhear stories about how “easy Paris is to navigate even if you don’t speak the language”.

People were talking to each other, proudly telling their expats’ stories, seemingly all successful. But then again, I was forced to watch some old low-budget TV series that was popular when they were young, and listen to folk music that all of us back home have long forgotten about. All of us – yes, but they didn’t. It was like they skipped a few decades. What an interesting journey.