I shall start by explaining why the title for this chapter might be deceiving and misguiding. Well, the sunset was not in France. As I mentioned before, we all arrived in Damvillers, the remote city located in north-eastern France - a jewel and a pure definition of France's classic fragrance and mistery. It was a cozy little village, surrounded by the lush, eccentric nature with a clear depiction of what it may be called the rural life. Once we got there, we started moving our trollers and backpacks from one place to another - more exactly from the van to the hostel we had to share with four other nationalities : Turks, Italians, Poles and a mixture of people from France, Luxembourg and Estonia which tightened a whole : the French team of our project.
I managed to take a glimpse at our accomodation - an old-fashioned hostel with communist flavours. But who really cared when the people were so welcoming and radiant of positive energy? Somehow I've felt sad that I decided to spend my very first day strolling around Luxembourg City with some old friends of mine that came to pick me up from the hotel shortly after I have arrived - hence the misguiding name for this chapter, as the sun's obsolete and rusty rays layed upon me not in France, but in a country nearby - the small but shockingly beautiful Luxembourg.
The European Union can be such a blessing sometimes, as you may go from one country to another without even realising until you either check your map or let yourself sink into the cultural differences. Well, so did I - from France to Belgium, to Luxembourg and Germany in no time - had the chance to physically be in four countries in no more than a few hours. I wanted to spend the night at my friends' apartment in the capital of Luxembourg and so I did, bearing in mind the idea of rejoicing everything at its fullest. We spent the eve walking around the city of Trier in Germany, an archaic city full of landmarks, nowadays known as Karl Marx's city of birth. It magically ended up with a good gaming session back at their flat. Despite my lack of sleep, I somehow managed to stay up until twelve-ish and enjoy some quality time along them.
As I finally got my head on a soft, white pillow I instantly fell into a deep yet relaxing and full of beautiful dreams sleep. There's a grin on my face when I'm thinking how clueless was I about the mesmerising adventure still knocking on the door. I've dreamt mostly about my objectives for the following day and mainly how should I squeeze out everything Luxembourg has to offer in a morning and half a noon, until I'll have to be on my way back to Damvillers, since the project would soon start. It is what my first sunset has offered. It will all continue the following morning, with a brand-new sunset to come, people to meet and places to see.
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