Arriving. (Friday, 8th)

Arriving was not that difficult. There is that train from Cologne to Paris, which takes only 4 hours and is not even very expensive. (Why was I not way more often here?!)
On the train, the customs controll was extraordinarily heavy -- and unsurprisingly it seemed that African-looking people were more carefully examined. Man! I was mostly talking to a Russian lecturer for mathematics, or, to be correct, he was talking to me. But it was ok.
Then, in Paris, I had to find the person who was supposed to give me the key to the appartment. That worked well, too, and then I found the appartment and then I was there. That's it. This is how arriving in Paris goes.
(For who wants to look it up: the appartment is near Stalingrad Métro station and the Street is called Rue du Faubourg-St.-Martin. And Bethany: of course I will fetch you (hm - pick you up?) from the airport!!! How could I not?!)