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The drive wasn't too long. I hadn't asked Marcel where we were going I just simply went along with it. We reached a town and pulled up at a very fancy house, Marcel buzzed the gate and it opened. Once inside a man exits the house, smartly dressed, tall and blond, id say roughly in his late 30's. "Marcel!" He shouts across the court yard and opens his arms out wide, Marcel exits the car and embraced the man in a big hug. "It's been a while, thank you for helping an old man out" Marcel announces. "You are very welcome, I owe you one too many favos, this is the least I can do. And who pray tell is this beautiful woman accompanying you?" The man says as his eyes gaze towards my direction, "this is Flo, she has become a very close friend of mine" says Marcel holding his hand out for me to take. The man takes my other hand and kisses it tenderly with his eyes still looking up at me "she is also a very close friend to Carlo" Marcel points out with a slight smirk, "ahh I see, my apologies, we

I drag myself out of the bed in a daze and head towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “You look like hell” Marcels voice comes out from behind me, “I didn’t sleep very well” I groan, “had any ideas for our next destination?” Marcel asks while preparing a cup of coffee, Id almost forgotten, I tell Marcel that I will have a look on the map and come back to him with an answer within the hour then I go back into my room and shut the door. I get my phone out and add Carlos number into it, I had quickly written it down the night before so to add it to my contacts, that way I wouldn’t have to sneak into Marcels phone, then I find Entrevennes on the map. The closest ferry from here to Entrevennes is from Annaba to Marseille, that would take me and Marcel roughly a 6 hour drive. “Got it!” I swing the door open and hop towards Marcel “Annaba, I want to go to Annaba!” My excitement maybe a little to evident, Marcel almost jumps back, “Annaba, well that quite a drive away, shall we d

By the time morning had come, my mobile was full of missed calls and texts. I wrote a single message to Marcel saying “I am fine, do not worry about me” then put my phone in silent. There was a high possibility that once in France I would be hard pushed to find something to charge my phone and I needed the last bit of battery in order to keep in contact with Carlo. I had also remembered his number off by heart in case I had to call with another phone. I’m sure once Carlo was in the army training, there would be restrictions with phones so I just hoped that by the time I was in France, he still had something on him that I could contact him with. The day in the ferry went by very slowly and I ended up only sketching little images but instead wrote more, more about how I was feeling, what was happening and what might come. The feeling of solitude over came me once more, being alone, travelling to another unknown country and land, meeting possible new people and the uncertainty of sa

“Ah yes well I’m not sure how long I will be here exactly but I’m hoping a while and no I currently don’t have anywhere to stay” the woman smiles back at me and gestures for me to follow her round the back, “if you’d like you can stay here in return we could do with an extra set of hands to help out, we will even provide with breakfast lunch and dinners” I was so taken back at how friendly this couple was and how willing they were to help a person out not knowing who they even are, “that would be amazing! Thank you so much” I say to the lady as I hug her, she laughs and says it’s no worry at all. She shows me around the bakery and tells me briefly what I will be doing to help out but says that tomorrow she can explain more, for now only to rest. The room she gave me was a small storage room they had turned into a bedroom, Nora said her daughter comes to visit occasionally so they set the space up for her, I didn’t ask more about her daughter as she looked somewhat sorrowful mentioning

If I could, I’d happily be adopted into this family, to be giving delicious foods daily, wake up to the smell of fresh breads every morning and be surrounded by lavender fields and friendly neighbours, this was the dream. Out of all the places I’ve visited with Marcel, this tops them all off, I could draw the sun rises and sunset here for the rest of my life, the landscape, buildings and views were breathtaking. This is the epitome of heaven and where I’d request to go once I die. I learn that Nora’s husband’s name is Joel and that their daughter had indeed died during one of the attacks in a town in France about a 10hour drive away. Having me here must feel like a missing part of them has come back, filled in that emptiness from before. After the amazing lunch I carry on helping to serve customers and cleaning the bakery, at 7pm they close up and lock the doors, I take that opportunity to go talk a walk around the town. People waved at me as I passed having recognised my