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Hello guys !

I just come back from two months in Netherlands, and I really want to tell you about while it’s still fresh in my mind.

For the third time over there, I decided to work over there as a firewoman.

Let me remind you that being a firewoman is a childhood dream, so I was really excited to learn from netherland’s firemen.

Upon arrival, Luuk, my old friend picked up me at the trainstation and we spent the whole week together, until Sunday evening, when he drove me in the firestation.

At first, I was ill-at-ease because of my difficulty to speak fluent, and the differences in way of working, but I managed to adapt myself, and after a whole week I felt like I always belong to their firestation.

Actually, after three weeks talking english all the time with my workmates and victims, I used to think and dream in english !

Can you imagine ?

I lived at the firestation, where I was on duty two days out of three.

The rest of the time, I did sighseeing alone in the city or with some workmate who were not on duty for the day.

What was supposed to be a job turned to be an incredible trip.