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I start walking from the train station to my hostel, being a little annoyed, because of the strike right now the public transport doesn't work and the Uber and taxi prices are too high. If I leave the heavy travel bag beside, I'm perfectly fine, I start to think. Being in Paris for the first time, why am I wining if I can see the city? Five minutes from the station and I can see policemen pulling aside a bigger group of people and doing some sort of a check across the street. There are countless number of police vehicles standing by the roadside, the streets are empty of regular cars. I calmly continue my journey until I arrive to the monument of Bastille. I pass a mass of people with different signs, standing in front of the opera. I'm still fine and don't worry. Actually being thankful, being able to cross the streets where ever and without waiting. I start seeing more and more people moving. Quiet way turned into a big festival. My steps are getting slower and heavier. I can hear someone saying something about Emmanuel Macron and people repeating it, but I cannot understand the sentence well. My mind is getting sullen, because I have to push myself through people, which is not easy because of my annoying bag swinging on my shoulder. Somehow I get through the deadlock, but looking the remaining road, which is also filled with mass, I need to choose a new route. My phone is notifying me that I have only 20% of battery left and Maps is saying that there's still over half an hour to walk if I go the most straight way, but this is just impossible. I go to a smaller street to get around the manifest. Even here it's not easy to move. I get back to a bigger street, where I can see some cars now. I start to think, maybe I should take a taxi, because my shoulder is reminding me its existence. I decide that I've come so far on my own and I will continue like that. Because of the dying battery I take a decision to remember as much of the road as possible and use the phone less. In five minutes I realise, I've gone wrong. I get angry on myself and I go back to a street I accidentally missed. I walk by a river. The surroundings don't look very safe. There are several groups of drunk and homeless people. I go over a bridge and check the route on my phone, having a confused look on my face. Seeing my lost face, a random passerby turns to me and asks, what am I looking for. I feel a little distrust towards her, but still answer. The women makes a laugh after hearing my accent and says with a smile: "Okay, bonne chance!" and walks away. I'm surprised and after I make sure, where I need to go, I continue. The houses start getting prettier and people seem reliable again. Just a little more! There's a hill, which gets me really tired. Maps is saying I walked past my roof for the night. I look back and I see a waiving flag that says Perfect Hotel & Hostel. I breath a sigh of relief, the battery percent is only 2 and after a long walk, I can finally throw my leg over my knee. I fill in the information and go to the room of myself and three others. I'm the first one to arrive. I throw my bag on the floor and I sit next to it. It's four o'clock, I charge my phone, so I could go see the main tourist attractions. I remember to check my morning flight status, because of the strike you never know. After getting the confirmation, I can go and enjoy the beautiful Paris.