Let me tell you a story about a young guy discovering America.
This guy, is me.
Sébastien Ferrer, 22 years old, live in Paris suburb. During my life, I traveled in some countries for holidays, but never alone, and never for a job. I’m an apprentice since 3 years now in a telecomunications company and in an engineer school since 2 years. To validate my degree, my school asked us to work in a foreign country.
This story is the story about me, a guy with a bullshit level in english but trying to learn during three months in the Ohio state of the United States of America.
So, this is the big departure day. I didn’t sleep so much, I woke up 30 minutes later than I planned, so I hurry.
1 hour of train later, luggages registering, and I quit my familyto go to customs. The first step is the biometric control, fingerprints, and go to the customs. I hate this step, every time I’ve to take of my belt, empty my bag, and refill it very quickly to not make the peoples wait. At least, we can feel in security.
Let’s go for the crazy trip of 7 hours and 30 minutes (wouhou !). Despite that, I spent 2 hours trying to sleep in relatively improbable positions, but apart a fracture of the spine I’ve not succeeded so much, so I’m annoyed for 7 hours (but you have to admit that the descent by flying over New York, it rocks !).