Brussels #DMUglobal

St Pancras International. 9:40 AM. “Are you going back home, miss?” the cashier asked me when I was buying breakfast. “Mmmm?” I wasn’t sure what she meant. “France! You’re french, right?” she pointed to departure gates next to the shop. People often thinks that I’m french, but this conversation later took on a deeper meaning than I then thought.

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