European Union countries

You can carry without restriction:

bread

cakes or biscuits as long as they do not contain a high amount of dairy products such as Burfi or Gulab Jamun from India

chocolate

meat extracts or concentrates

olives

pasta, noodles...

spices

dried fruits, lentils, cereals…

any other product that does not contain meat or dairy products and contains less than 50% egg or fish.

You cannot bring:

potatoes

fresh fruits and vegetables

flowers or plants

The question does not arise in absolute terms.

A difficult language is a language very different from the mother tongue. Who does not say things as we say them, who makes distinctions that we neglect, who has integrated his sentences differently...

For example, among French speakers, Russian has the reputation of being very difficult. People make up their minds about the alphabet, but in reality, it's not a big deal. The real difficulties of Russian, for a French speaker, are:

A difficult pronunciation, with “hard” and “soft” consonants, unlikely sequences of consonants: vstrétchat’, meet

All the basic vocabulary has to be relearned: little or no Latin roots, apart from “international” words such as president, automobile… and scholarly words.

Six cases for nouns and adjectives!!! Three nominal declensions, the adjectival declension has nothing to do with. No article, case marks are carried by nouns and adjectives (as in Latin and unlike German, for example).

An astonishing conjugation, based on an opposition of aspect in addition to time, with a past that does not conjugate but agrees in gender. The use of aspects is quite idiomatic, it is not easy to synthesize it in a few sentences.

Russian loves prefixes that completely change the meaning of verbs (and nouns), like German.

He also adores very long compound words: dostoprimetchatelnosti, tourist sights.

No verb to be in the present; no verb to have either. To say I have a car: at the home car.

In many verbs and nouns, the accent wanders according to the conjugations and declensions... The head is golová in the nominative, in the accusative gólovou, fortunately, the other cases of the singular are accented on the final, like the nominative. But in the plural, depending on the case, we have golovy, golov, golovam, golovami, golovakh!

Having short nights, I had asked a physiotherapist familiar with oriental medicine what he thought of it. His response was something like the following:

Tell me what time it is:

•The timing from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. is devoted to energy storage. Waking up during this time would therefore imply a problem with the gallbladder. When it works poorly, it tends to store fat that is harmful to the body and causes fatigue.

•From 1h to 3h, the body is in full detox. It is a renewal phase during which the body frees itself of its toxins. If it is broken by insomnia, this may therefore be a sign of dysfunction of the liver, the organ directly responsible for blood regeneration.

•Between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m., the lungs are revitalized. Waking up during this cycle is a significant burden on the body. Either physical, with a breathing and oxygen problem, or psychological with an oppressive affective and emotional concern.

•After 5 a.m., digestive problems can be responsible for disturbed sleep. It is indeed at this time that the large intestine works to expel the last toxins from the body. A diet that is too rich or too poor is often the cause of unbalanced gastric activity. 

Lack of knowledge, bad hygiene, bad products, heredity.

It's not the right way to treat your scalp to use only one shampoo. There are professionals who can sell us the products we need to take care of our scalp.

Head and Shoulders and Selsun Blue are better suited to washing our floors than our scalp. They are mostly made up of salt. Their existence is predicted in George Orwell's 1984 book. They are like Nutella.

I scratched my head and dandruff fell like snow. I played Guitar Hero before and washed my scalp three times due to bad shampoo and being close to the ceiling. The trichologist removed all dandruff, and all the sebum unblocked the pores and brought the ph back to 7. I have my hair washed once a week (I could wash it myself) and I do a peeling at all about two months and all that does not cost me 1000 dollars a year. Beware: There are fake trichologists out there.

To quote the most recent:

• It was two o'clock in the morning, I was with a friend (possibly a boyfriend) who had gotten drunk after hearing some bad news. He had spent the evening being weird and rather rude with his friends and I had walked him home to prevent him from ending up in a gutter. We talked for a good part of the night then, he had opened up a little but had no kind words towards the fairer sex. And this guy, who absolutely does not express his emotions like a tough guy, said this to me between two pessimistic tirades: “You are a light in the dark”. Two days ago again, sober this time, he confirmed to me that he really thought so.

• My new therapist told me, after listening to me talk about the miseries of my childhood for an hour, that I was a very resilient and “solar” person. It touched me enormously because I had laid bare myself, persuaded myself to pass for a poor thing and no, she had recognized in me all the strength that characterizes me.

When I was in middle school, I was very much in love with a boy.

Unfortunately, my family had to suffer the departure of my grandmother. On this occasion, I missed school for a week and we all got together as a family to support each other.

I was raped that week and unfortunately got pregnant.

When I found out, I told my boyfriend who hastened to repeat to everyone (pardon the words): "Look, she's a whore, she's been so fucked that she is pregnant ".

My best friend was seriously ill and therefore locked up in the hospital. All my other "friends" have abandoned me. I ended up all alone and my body aborted when I tried to kill myself.

Well, I don't remember. Certainly nuggets but as the saying goes: The truth comes out of the mouths of children.

Since I prefer a hurtful truth to a happy lie, the authenticity of a child cannot offend me. Let their hypocritical elders take the seed... with tact and wisdom it always goes better.

I took the train for a long time between my home and the place of my studies. A direct three-hour train ride.

I noticed that the people I traveled with often confided in me. I drew the conclusion that on a train, you meet people you don't know and that you have very little chance of meeting again one day. So we can tell them about our life and, sometimes, quite intimate things.

But the coolest thing I experienced was with a little girl who rode with her grandmother in the same compartment as me in Lyon.

I must have been nineteen, twenty years old and I was returning from Paris to Toulon and the lady seemed really exhausted. She had to bring her granddaughter back to her mother in Toulon.

The skunk, five or six years old, was on the job, excited as a flea. She was moving in the compartment and was starting to tire me too.

Her grandma was really embarrassed and constantly apologized for her granddaughter's attitude.

I don't know why, but the kid got on my lap and I reassured her granny. No worries, as long as she's there, she doesn't run down the aisle of the car. The skunk was starting to get tired and she calmed down by giving me a hug.

I started humming lullabies to him in a low voice, looking at his grandmother who couldn't believe her eyes. The kid fell asleep and allowed us to chat, to her grandmother and to me, in low voices so as not to wake her. Arriving in Toulon, I woke her up gently, she gave me a big smile and stretched.

_ Oh, I slept well! she exclaimed. You are comfortable, sir!

We burst out laughing and I helped them down to the platform.

The grandmother thanked me as if I had offered her the moon and the mother of the little one was very surprised to see them both kissing me as they left us.

I was a little girl, on vacation with my grandparents on the shores of the Mediterranean, I must have been 13 years old, I had taken the bus to go down to the beach with my cousin when while I had my hands in the back, I felt something warm and slimy in my hands, I turned around suddenly and in fact, the man behind me had pulled his genitals out of his pants and placed them in my little girl's hands. I screamed, the bus driver stopped and the other passengers then saw what was happening, the driver called the police who came to pick up the man at the next stop!!!!