The map I had wasn't detailed enough to show the villages I was going through, so I wasn't able to monitor if I was indeed on the right track. I was shooting for Bouzonville, a village just on the other side of the "border". I put that in quotation marks because what we understand as a border in California, such as U.S/Mexico, resembles more the so called Iron Curtain that once divided Germany. The crossing into France by way of this country road I selected was a walk in the park: no gestapo-like check points, guards, cameras, it was as if I had never left Germany. What does shift, however, is the flair, the signs, the aesthetics, just the style of living in general. There was no sign pointing the way to Bouzonville curiously enough. So I pulled out my Macbook from the back of my car, hooked up my o2 surf stick, and went to Google Maps. Connection speed was dreadfully slow up in those mountains, but at last I saw Bouzonville on the e-map and determined that I was on the right road.
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