It was the last day before I wanted to be in Ferme Villefavard for my creative writing workshop. Yet I had to still walk over 35 miles, which was impossible for me. No public transportation was running between cities. I did not know what to do. But I was lucky. The young owner of the petite épicerie in Cluis, his name was Kam, helped me find a ride to the next town, Crozant. He knew the people in town and asked an unemployed person with a car who needed money. We both benefitted from each other.


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