Euroavia, my love
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With planes out of the way, hijacking not so much in fashion back then, hitch-hiking kinda risky... we were left with walking and trains. So when the need to reach Andorra came, we jumped on the train and off we went from Bucharest all the way to Toulouse (as Andorra is somehow short of a railway system). We went through a different geography: we crossed Yugoslavia. On the way back we exited the EU when crossing from Germany to Austria. We then passed through Prague, capital of Czechoslovakia. A whole different continent.
Anyway, back to our journey. I'll spare you the spicy details of a bunch of students in their early 20s crossing Europe by train and will get straight to our interim destination, Toulouse. And more importantly, ENSAE, a.k.a. Sup'Aero. I trust there's no need to spell that out.I must express my love for those guys and gals in Sup'Aero who welcomed us. Imagine a couple of unshaved, tired, sleep-deprived and smelling guys who knock at your door at 7am saying that they just arrived from Romania, on their way to Andorra and only want to establish a contact.
I think my first impulse would've been to search for some spare change in my pockets. Well, our French colleagues showed all their hospitality and then introduced us to some of their teachers, laboratories, campus and, crucially, the Euroavia office. Yes, this was truly first contact. Ok, the fact that we were still high in the news and had a Prime-Minister who spent a few years in that school was no trivial thing. The rest is history. Hm, not really. Once back home (Andorra? wonderful at Christmas time, the congress a true success, the red-head, green-eyed Swiss was... oops, sorry, that's more information than you need). « mai multe referate din Diverse