Today I submitted my dissertation on the topic "The Indian Muhajirun 1920", saving the furniture aside and me confirming that, yes, I made a good choice assuming an M2 of International Relations M2 and not a search history. A page turns definitively: the exchange year, now validated in the past. Without doubt, I have changed in a year there, away. But I refuse to believe that I found there that I am, I found my identity. She was waiting there, ready, cool and smart? No. But I have meetings, discoveries that have changed what I want to become.
I start a new life in France at the moment. New job, new master, friends evanescent. With the objective, a return to India for a period of several months at the end of the year. Many projects, of which I shall speak only when they begin to take shape. I do not know what I'll be in a year, I still do not know where I go, but I know where I go, and this way I like. And that's enough.
I start a new life in France at the moment. New job, new master, friends evanescent. With the objective, a return to India for a period of several months at the end of the year. Many projects, of which I shall speak only when they begin to take shape. I do not know what I'll be in a year, I still do not know where I go, but I know where I go, and this way I like. And that's enough.
