It’s 6.30 a.m. on a late summer morning in Paris. Amid the rumbling coming from the Stalingrad Métro station, in the northeast of the French capital, hundreds of migrants, mostly men, sleep crammed under an overpass. Some rest on pieces of cardboard and old mattresses behind a urine-doused fence, others lie awake by the side of the street.
You either keep up with the times or get steamrolled by it. As an individual, you’ll never stop the March of time. It’s best to keep improving yourself and learning new things and jumping ship when need be
You either keep up with the times or get steamrolled by it. As an individual, you’ll never stop the March of time. It’s best to keep improving yourself and learning new things and jumping ship when need be