France III, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart
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Otto Rahn starts his journey in Paris, I was now in Paris. I breezed through customs and was vomited into the middle of Charles de Gaulle Airport at midday. It was a cacophony of noises, races and destinations, like a colony of ants in a nest of methamphetamine. I made my way toward the train stations tentatively following the signs through at least a half mile of this maelstrom. Orage wanted me to take the train to Grenoble in the French Alps where he would pick me up after he drove out of Switzerland, coming from Germany. Immediately my phone began to malfunction and wouldn’t hold a charge. I ended up anchored to a kiosk in front of the airport railroad station that had American charging outlets because I didn’t have a European adapter. A nasty looking slice of pizza was seven euros. I bought one…
France III, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart
France III, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by…
France III, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart
Otto Rahn starts his journey in Paris, I was now in Paris. I breezed through customs and was vomited into the middle of Charles de Gaulle Airport at midday. It was a cacophony of noises, races and destinations, like a colony of ants in a nest of methamphetamine. I made my way toward the train stations tentatively following the signs through at least a half mile of this maelstrom. Orage wanted me to take the train to Grenoble in the French Alps where he would pick me up after he drove out of Switzerland, coming from Germany. Immediately my phone began to malfunction and wouldn’t hold a charge. I ended up anchored to a kiosk in front of the airport railroad station that had American charging outlets because I didn’t have a European adapter. A nasty looking slice of pizza was seven euros. I bought one…