Liberté, liberté, chérie

Amour sacré de la Patrie
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs !
Liberté ! Liberté chérie,
Combats avec tes défenseurs ! (Bis)
Sous nos drapeaux que la Victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents !
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire !
Aux armes, citoyens !
Formez vos bataillons !
Marchons, marchons !
Qu'un sang impur...
Abreuve nos sillons !

Ouéééééééééééé. But before i explain anything, a word of advice for those who might visit Lille in the future; never take the tramway with a full bladder.

I'm free!!! I AM FREE!!! Free like a bird. I'm like a bird flying way up high in the sky. I finally got my titre de sejour. After all these years (yes, plurial, a year and five months in more than a year thus the plurality), i've been caged in France (but that didn't stop me from crossing the borders), i can finally walk, run, jump, swim, fly or even kangaroo-hop around Europe anytime i want (if i want to of course; so don't expect me to hop all around europe like a kangaroo). The ride back to Lille in tramway was certainly a good one. I was actually smiling all the way back from the OMI (office de migration internationale), no wonder everyone was staring at me, but who cares? I'm FREE!!!

So what's the big deal having this titre de sejour thingy? Well for a start i get to move around freely in all 25 European Union countries without having to apply for Visa. And I am now eligible to apply for the housing aid from the french government which might result in me having to pay only HALF of my 200€ rent. Basically that is it. But there're also other stuff that i can now do, applying for a Visa credit card for example, which was not possible before.

Today I saw a car (probably belgian) with the licence plat 'KGB 007'. I knew it, James Bond is actually Russian.