It's Tuesday and I must admit Monday was relatively unproductive. I needed a day of rest. I did read a chapter and think quite a bit!
I also checked out Andrew Weatherall for a few minutes at Antigone. He was rockin' the crowd, but I think I'll prefer Derrick May tonight. (WOO HOO!)
Today I went to the post office, and also biked over to Figuerolles (after getting lost of course) and took a couple pictures after exploring the neighborhood. I think it will be a much better location for an eventual survey as there was far more commerce (relative to La Paillade).
Now: to finish my books and to draft my survey.
But first: France television's finest show "Secret Story" is currently on...gotta watch!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Paris Full Report
I'm currently sitting on the TGV, ready to tell the story of the fun-filled, exciting and expensive weekend that was my weekend in Paris. Where do I begin?
Thursday, I left Montpellier around noon and hopped on the TGV to Paris. The train ride consisted of general note-taking from a book I had checked out in Montpellier and attempts at mixing together a few tracks with my mouse n keyboard (although my iPod earbuds are now utterly useless for some reason). Getting to Gare de Lyon was easy enough, and it took, surprisingly, about one-third of that time to Metro myself over to La Défense (whereupon I got thoroughly lost trying to find Chez Parent in Courbevoie). Several phone calls later, I arrived at the house of my gracious hosts (thanks!) and relaxed briefly before trekking back on the Metro over to la Bibliothèque François Mitterand only to get further lost trying to find the Paris center of University of Chicago. Once found, I sought familiar faces, finding one and gaining three (you know who you are). I sat with my new familiar faces and thoroughly was reminded of life back at good ole UofC during the glorious lecture deconstructing the Celtic craze presented by Michael Dietler (Celticism, Celtitude and Celticity: The Consumption of the Past in the Age of Globalization). After several glasses of wine, an awkward conversation with an alum and a trip to a nearby British bar, I returned to La Défense, ready to explore Paris on the morrow.
That leaves us at Friday. Getting a bit of a later start than I had anticipated, I made my way to the Louvre and skipped the whole Museum thing to go find the Ministry of Immigration. I, of course, got severely lost and found that my general sense of direction could only carry me so far, for I was in the right area but I knew not the address. (Silly me!) I eventually did find the Ministry (thanks Magali) but I was forced to only take a picture of the shiny, gold plaque adorned with the Ministry's lengthy title. Not ready to give up on getting lost, I decided to go find the office of Agence française de développement (AFD) hoping to miraculously speak to someone relevant there (unlikely). This time I was prepared with an address, but this time the street was not in my map. I walked probably half a mile past where I thought AFD's building was only to turn around in frustration and spot the "afd" logo glittering next to the metro stop at which I arrived. The visitors center at AFD was not bad, there were some neat pamphlets and I realized that they must have quite a lot of money (from the government), because the building was really nice and large. But honestly, about all I got from that trip was tired feet and several pamphlets.
Friday night, after returning to La Défense, I quickly went back over to grab dinner with my UChicago connection in Paris in some kind of Chinatown nearish to their place of residence (at Cité). The Pho was good, but I was unable to convince anyone to go to the "sporadic club" by the Louvre later. After dinner was over, I ventured to find this sporadic club (Piano Cosmic). I did indeed find it, but was forced to wait for about an hour until its opening (I wasn't that early, they started late). Once I finally got in, I was wooed by the sweet, soothing bass of some awesome, groovy tech/deep house until around 6 in the morning. While it wasn't that great being by myself, the trip was rendered valuable walking back to my metro stop around 5:45 as I took a nice picture of la Seine at crepuscule.
Saturday began late. I decided to go Centre Pompidou and the library there. I did both, found a great book with a good overview of the codéveloppement issue (from la Sorbonne) and thoroughly enjoyed the museum and gallery at the Centre. (See Fbook for pictures). I tried to meet my new UChicago peeps for dinner or something, but phone calls were seemingly not functioning. As a result, I stayed home Saturday night, made dinner and watched Kaamelott on TV for several hours.
I woke up relatively early this morning, packed my bags, locked up the house (thanks again!) and hopped over to l'Arc de Triomphe to witness some of the pre-final-stage-of-the-Tour frenzy. Thoroughly frenzied, I followed the orders of my UChicago pals (new name every time) and met up somewhere near the Louvre so I could stand and look at the awesome street the Tour riders would be riding on. About thirty minutes later, I hopped back on the Metro to Gare de Lyon, got on the train, finished my little mashup/mix idea (Cook Them - Lil B + Soulja Boy vs. Ramadanman) and began writing this lengthy post.
In other news, this kid next to me will NOT stop farting. Someone please save me.
Thursday, I left Montpellier around noon and hopped on the TGV to Paris. The train ride consisted of general note-taking from a book I had checked out in Montpellier and attempts at mixing together a few tracks with my mouse n keyboard (although my iPod earbuds are now utterly useless for some reason). Getting to Gare de Lyon was easy enough, and it took, surprisingly, about one-third of that time to Metro myself over to La Défense (whereupon I got thoroughly lost trying to find Chez Parent in Courbevoie). Several phone calls later, I arrived at the house of my gracious hosts (thanks!) and relaxed briefly before trekking back on the Metro over to la Bibliothèque François Mitterand only to get further lost trying to find the Paris center of University of Chicago. Once found, I sought familiar faces, finding one and gaining three (you know who you are). I sat with my new familiar faces and thoroughly was reminded of life back at good ole UofC during the glorious lecture deconstructing the Celtic craze presented by Michael Dietler (Celticism, Celtitude and Celticity: The Consumption of the Past in the Age of Globalization). After several glasses of wine, an awkward conversation with an alum and a trip to a nearby British bar, I returned to La Défense, ready to explore Paris on the morrow.
That leaves us at Friday. Getting a bit of a later start than I had anticipated, I made my way to the Louvre and skipped the whole Museum thing to go find the Ministry of Immigration. I, of course, got severely lost and found that my general sense of direction could only carry me so far, for I was in the right area but I knew not the address. (Silly me!) I eventually did find the Ministry (thanks Magali) but I was forced to only take a picture of the shiny, gold plaque adorned with the Ministry's lengthy title. Not ready to give up on getting lost, I decided to go find the office of Agence française de développement (AFD) hoping to miraculously speak to someone relevant there (unlikely). This time I was prepared with an address, but this time the street was not in my map. I walked probably half a mile past where I thought AFD's building was only to turn around in frustration and spot the "afd" logo glittering next to the metro stop at which I arrived. The visitors center at AFD was not bad, there were some neat pamphlets and I realized that they must have quite a lot of money (from the government), because the building was really nice and large. But honestly, about all I got from that trip was tired feet and several pamphlets.
Friday night, after returning to La Défense, I quickly went back over to grab dinner with my UChicago connection in Paris in some kind of Chinatown nearish to their place of residence (at Cité). The Pho was good, but I was unable to convince anyone to go to the "sporadic club" by the Louvre later. After dinner was over, I ventured to find this sporadic club (Piano Cosmic). I did indeed find it, but was forced to wait for about an hour until its opening (I wasn't that early, they started late). Once I finally got in, I was wooed by the sweet, soothing bass of some awesome, groovy tech/deep house until around 6 in the morning. While it wasn't that great being by myself, the trip was rendered valuable walking back to my metro stop around 5:45 as I took a nice picture of la Seine at crepuscule.
Saturday began late. I decided to go Centre Pompidou and the library there. I did both, found a great book with a good overview of the codéveloppement issue (from la Sorbonne) and thoroughly enjoyed the museum and gallery at the Centre. (See Fbook for pictures). I tried to meet my new UChicago peeps for dinner or something, but phone calls were seemingly not functioning. As a result, I stayed home Saturday night, made dinner and watched Kaamelott on TV for several hours.
I woke up relatively early this morning, packed my bags, locked up the house (thanks again!) and hopped over to l'Arc de Triomphe to witness some of the pre-final-stage-of-the-Tour frenzy. Thoroughly frenzied, I followed the orders of my UChicago pals (new name every time) and met up somewhere near the Louvre so I could stand and look at the awesome street the Tour riders would be riding on. About thirty minutes later, I hopped back on the Metro to Gare de Lyon, got on the train, finished my little mashup/mix idea (Cook Them - Lil B + Soulja Boy vs. Ramadanman) and began writing this lengthy post.
In other news, this kid next to me will NOT stop farting. Someone please save me.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
What's Up (Pre-Paris)
Today and yesterday were my last two days to use the library, so I used them to my full advantage (by going to the library and reading of course!). Yesterday I also traveled to La Paillade (by bike) which was tiring and interesting. I rode through the whole neighborhood and saw that it was certainly worse than my first visit had indicated (in terms of the quality of buildings, etc.). I was too scared (seriously) to talk to anyone in particular, so I resorted to businesses.
I went to the branch of the Montpellier Agglo only to find that it was entirely useless as it did nothing to cater to the residents of Mosson (or La Paillade) and was simply a branch that marketed silly Agglo things (I did get tickets to a soccer game). Feeling inspired, I walked into the bank one of the commercial centers (St. Paul) and asked outright if people came to the bank to transfer money, aka send remittances. The response was what I expected, and fairly obvious; yes. Not wanting to hold up the line, I said thanks and left to drink some coffee in a café (the only white person) and write a draft questionnaire/survey.
I'm going to Paris this weekend. I'll try to stop by the Ministry of Immigration, the Agence française du développement and maybe a few awesome clubs (also to the University of Chicago send-off party Thursday night). Although I'll miss the end of the Tour on Sunday, I'll at least experience some of the frenzy (hopefully) beforehand on Sunday morning (we'll see).
Lots of work left, more neighborhoods to explore. I should also stop by the Prefecture and the office of Immigration here in Montpellier (why haven't I done this yet?) and try to talk to someone about why co-development/envoidargent.fr doesn't seem to be advertised anywhere.
In other news, I use far too many parentheses.
I went to the branch of the Montpellier Agglo only to find that it was entirely useless as it did nothing to cater to the residents of Mosson (or La Paillade) and was simply a branch that marketed silly Agglo things (I did get tickets to a soccer game). Feeling inspired, I walked into the bank one of the commercial centers (St. Paul) and asked outright if people came to the bank to transfer money, aka send remittances. The response was what I expected, and fairly obvious; yes. Not wanting to hold up the line, I said thanks and left to drink some coffee in a café (the only white person) and write a draft questionnaire/survey.
I'm going to Paris this weekend. I'll try to stop by the Ministry of Immigration, the Agence française du développement and maybe a few awesome clubs (also to the University of Chicago send-off party Thursday night). Although I'll miss the end of the Tour on Sunday, I'll at least experience some of the frenzy (hopefully) beforehand on Sunday morning (we'll see).
Lots of work left, more neighborhoods to explore. I should also stop by the Prefecture and the office of Immigration here in Montpellier (why haven't I done this yet?) and try to talk to someone about why co-development/envoidargent.fr doesn't seem to be advertised anywhere.
In other news, I use far too many parentheses.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Ryan Here: Research Hiatus
To best be a host for my friend Ryan, who arrived yesterday, I have decided to put my research on hold for the weekend (which began Wednesday morning when I picked Ryan up [on foot] from the train station).
Having thus decided, I went yesterday to the magnificent fireworks display à Grammont which was indeed as magnificent as my aforementioned adjective intended. It was the most righteous display of exploding colors and loud sounds to which I have ever borne witness. It beat out 4th of July, by about 10 days.
In other news, I consumed far too much of the poisonous brew known as ginger rum last night at some small Jazz club downtown. This resulted in a late start this morning, but the day was not totally lost. We rode down to the beach and ate sausage sandwiches after playing in the waves. Before arriving back at the house, we stopped by the Spanish festival being held in honor of the recent World Cup victory. It was okay, the sangria could have been better. Now, these past few days are being etched forever (probably true, eerily) onto the cyber-walls of the Book of Faces. Enjoy.
Having thus decided, I went yesterday to the magnificent fireworks display à Grammont which was indeed as magnificent as my aforementioned adjective intended. It was the most righteous display of exploding colors and loud sounds to which I have ever borne witness. It beat out 4th of July, by about 10 days.
In other news, I consumed far too much of the poisonous brew known as ginger rum last night at some small Jazz club downtown. This resulted in a late start this morning, but the day was not totally lost. We rode down to the beach and ate sausage sandwiches after playing in the waves. Before arriving back at the house, we stopped by the Spanish festival being held in honor of the recent World Cup victory. It was okay, the sangria could have been better. Now, these past few days are being etched forever (probably true, eerily) onto the cyber-walls of the Book of Faces. Enjoy.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
La Cimade Interview/Thoughts
Yesterday I had my second what I might call a "key-informant" interview with the director of La Cimade here in Montpellier. It was a very difficult interview for me in that he was very quick, concise and unwilling to compromise in both his answers and his perceptions. The information I was able to extract is valuable, and heavily biased. It also was somewhat disheartening in that his core message quite cleanly rips apart the concept of public policy being effective or important, let alone the notion of a public policy that includes development.
My suspicions with respect to this "codevelopment" were, to some degree, confirmed by his response. It seems not only to me to be simply some kind of loose, contrived add-on to a strict, harsh regime of expulsion and control. In fact, he confirmed my thesis that it's an additional form of control. Whether or not its solely for the image of "development," I'm not sure. In one sense, the cooperative development programs are intended, it appears, to increase the economic state of the country of origin to reduce some of the push factors associated with emigration from that country and some of the pull factors of immigrating to France. Yet, with development agreements that involve policing undocumented/illegal immigration as a precondition for receiving money, partnerships for work visas and profiting off of remittance flows (see envoidargent.fr), I see that France has a stake in maintaining, or even increasing the migration from a particular country. The important point is that France control every aspect of that migration. This, of course, fits very well into the notion of selective migration and the like. This in no way, I'd argue, contributes to the real economic independence of the country of origin (the only way that migration might subside, if that's the goal). And yes, perhaps the goal is not to reduce migration, but merely to effectively manage it and make as much profit as possible from migration flows.
There's a lot that could be studied here, many claims that could be made. My next background area of research will be to look at the large-scale trade agreements between France and, say, North Africa, or countries that are a part of this codevelopment scheme, and respective migration patterns. The link between free trade and mobility came up in some of the reading I was doing, and it's unclear what it actually is. Final point: I might want to focus on the impact of legitimizing remittances on both the flow of remittances, and consequently on the degree of immigration, or to the amount of profit gained by the French government, for example. There are tons of variables and not a lot of clarity, nor any data. This remittances issue could be interesting for a questionnaire, but as my friend at La Cimade curtly reminded me, "Come on, what does it matter if [the remittance flow] increases or doesn't increase? What's the interest?"
In other news, tomorrow is Bastille Day. Woo hoo! I wonder what I'll do.
My suspicions with respect to this "codevelopment" were, to some degree, confirmed by his response. It seems not only to me to be simply some kind of loose, contrived add-on to a strict, harsh regime of expulsion and control. In fact, he confirmed my thesis that it's an additional form of control. Whether or not its solely for the image of "development," I'm not sure. In one sense, the cooperative development programs are intended, it appears, to increase the economic state of the country of origin to reduce some of the push factors associated with emigration from that country and some of the pull factors of immigrating to France. Yet, with development agreements that involve policing undocumented/illegal immigration as a precondition for receiving money, partnerships for work visas and profiting off of remittance flows (see envoidargent.fr), I see that France has a stake in maintaining, or even increasing the migration from a particular country. The important point is that France control every aspect of that migration. This, of course, fits very well into the notion of selective migration and the like. This in no way, I'd argue, contributes to the real economic independence of the country of origin (the only way that migration might subside, if that's the goal). And yes, perhaps the goal is not to reduce migration, but merely to effectively manage it and make as much profit as possible from migration flows.
There's a lot that could be studied here, many claims that could be made. My next background area of research will be to look at the large-scale trade agreements between France and, say, North Africa, or countries that are a part of this codevelopment scheme, and respective migration patterns. The link between free trade and mobility came up in some of the reading I was doing, and it's unclear what it actually is. Final point: I might want to focus on the impact of legitimizing remittances on both the flow of remittances, and consequently on the degree of immigration, or to the amount of profit gained by the French government, for example. There are tons of variables and not a lot of clarity, nor any data. This remittances issue could be interesting for a questionnaire, but as my friend at La Cimade curtly reminded me, "Come on, what does it matter if [the remittance flow] increases or doesn't increase? What's the interest?"
In other news, tomorrow is Bastille Day. Woo hoo! I wonder what I'll do.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Research Begins
Finally, finally. I was able to discover the exact hours that La Cimade, an organization that provides legal counsel and other services to undocumented migrants in France, and went there yesterday morning. This was, of course, after my interview (that was unfortunately short) with PierreetClaire near the Prefecture in the center of Montpellier. They are passionate advocates and activists for the fair treatment and the protection of rights of immigrants in France. Throughout the interview, they provided me with a wealth of material upon which to ruminate.
Not only that, but I got a better idea of just how exactly La Cimade's hours worked (don't ask; they don't really make sense). After returning home and watching the unfortunate loss of Germany to Spain (although good for Montpellier with its many Spain supporters), I woke up early to head to the hip Beaux Arts district. There, I did indeed find La Cimade open and operating with a legal counsel session in session (based rhymes) and the responsable, the director, essentially chilling in his office. I spoke with M. Jean-Paul Nuñez only for a few, maybe ten, minutes, regarding my identity and my research aims. I will meet with him more extensively this coming Monday and hopefully will be able to conduct a more formal, key-informant style interview with him. (One concern: my research aim isn't totally solidified, or maybe it is.)
Before I continue forward in my recounting, let me step backward and describe La Paillade (see Facebook for photos). It was about as much like the familiar American "hood" (parts of the South Side of Chicago, my neighborhood in Nashville) as Montpellier could possibly become, with trash and a sense of abandon littered around the streets below public housing. Interestingly, for all those who were curious, La Paillade is probably not a food desert; its main commercial center had a supermarket and a wealth of fresh produce in small convenience stores (including a delicious nectarine). I hope to return and talk to people in the administrative building to find out more about the population and related issues (and maybe eventually do a questionnaire? [I can only hope.])
Not only did I *go* places, I actually went to the library(ies) too! One thing I've learned, reading in French takes me a long time. Another thing: F.A.S.T.I. is pretty sweet.
Most importantly, the World Cup finals are on Sunday! !! ! !!
Not only that, but I got a better idea of just how exactly La Cimade's hours worked (don't ask; they don't really make sense). After returning home and watching the unfortunate loss of Germany to Spain (although good for Montpellier with its many Spain supporters), I woke up early to head to the hip Beaux Arts district. There, I did indeed find La Cimade open and operating with a legal counsel session in session (based rhymes) and the responsable, the director, essentially chilling in his office. I spoke with M. Jean-Paul Nuñez only for a few, maybe ten, minutes, regarding my identity and my research aims. I will meet with him more extensively this coming Monday and hopefully will be able to conduct a more formal, key-informant style interview with him. (One concern: my research aim isn't totally solidified, or maybe it is.)
Before I continue forward in my recounting, let me step backward and describe La Paillade (see Facebook for photos). It was about as much like the familiar American "hood" (parts of the South Side of Chicago, my neighborhood in Nashville) as Montpellier could possibly become, with trash and a sense of abandon littered around the streets below public housing. Interestingly, for all those who were curious, La Paillade is probably not a food desert; its main commercial center had a supermarket and a wealth of fresh produce in small convenience stores (including a delicious nectarine). I hope to return and talk to people in the administrative building to find out more about the population and related issues (and maybe eventually do a questionnaire? [I can only hope.])
Not only did I *go* places, I actually went to the library(ies) too! One thing I've learned, reading in French takes me a long time. Another thing: F.A.S.T.I. is pretty sweet.
Most importantly, the World Cup finals are on Sunday! !! ! !!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Last Few Days (Perpignan)
I'll start by saying I just uploaded over 100 photos (and some videos) to Facebook that neatly document the last few days from Friday until today (Sunday). Go check those out if you can.
Friday was a World Cup and Estivales day that was typically leisurely and fun. Saturday was a trip to Perpignan/Sainte Colombe day which was atypically travel heavy, but an amazing trip. After arriving at the grandparent's, Andrea dropped me off in Perpignan where I took pictures and explored the labyrinthine downtown. Once I grew tired of exploration, I found myself drinking a beer and watching Germany SMASH Argentina in the World Cup.
Post-Perpignan was the village festival in Sainte Colombe de la Commanderie. All the residents of the village (plus some apparent strangers) came to eat, drink and dance (all 50 residents were there...maybe a bit more like 60). Despite the strange opening band playing sad, emotional ballad rock, the music afterward was appropriately cheesy. After the fête, I returned to the house (in Sainte Colombe) and discussed Knock-Knock jokes and their French equivalent (both equally unfunny). After staying up late to watch Amélie (for the first time in a while), I woke up early to realize it was July 4th! Oh well.
Before heading back to Montpellier, Andrea and I stopped in Castelnou (one of the most beautiful villages in France [it shows]) to take some pictures (really for me to take pictures). All in all, the various sights, tastes and sounds made this weekend the most surreal experience for me so far in France. Keep it coming!
P.S. Starting research officially tomorrow. Going to CIMADE offices.
Friday was a World Cup and Estivales day that was typically leisurely and fun. Saturday was a trip to Perpignan/Sainte Colombe day which was atypically travel heavy, but an amazing trip. After arriving at the grandparent's, Andrea dropped me off in Perpignan where I took pictures and explored the labyrinthine downtown. Once I grew tired of exploration, I found myself drinking a beer and watching Germany SMASH Argentina in the World Cup.
Post-Perpignan was the village festival in Sainte Colombe de la Commanderie. All the residents of the village (plus some apparent strangers) came to eat, drink and dance (all 50 residents were there...maybe a bit more like 60). Despite the strange opening band playing sad, emotional ballad rock, the music afterward was appropriately cheesy. After the fête, I returned to the house (in Sainte Colombe) and discussed Knock-Knock jokes and their French equivalent (both equally unfunny). After staying up late to watch Amélie (for the first time in a while), I woke up early to realize it was July 4th! Oh well.
Before heading back to Montpellier, Andrea and I stopped in Castelnou (one of the most beautiful villages in France [it shows]) to take some pictures (really for me to take pictures). All in all, the various sights, tastes and sounds made this weekend the most surreal experience for me so far in France. Keep it coming!
P.S. Starting research officially tomorrow. Going to CIMADE offices.
Friday, July 2, 2010
O-Week Approaching its End
After much relaxing, bathing at the beach, watching TV, making s'mores (at least a tasty, French approximation of the American classic) and sleeping, I feel that perhaps it might be time for me to venture en ville. Not only will libraries be open (for a brief time), but I also have been informed of CIMADE's branch in Montpellier. While they focus more on handling the rights of migrants within France, they have devoted a significant portion of their webpage (at least) to development issues. I feel that my research *in* France should reflect issues relevant in France to derive the most value from my travel. At the same time, I'm more interested (now) in the concept of mutual codevelopment and its efficacy in both the reduction of illegal immigration into France and the quantifiable amelioration of living conditions in countries of origin.
Other than the government's explicit commitment in its développement solidaire branch of the Ministry of Immigration, I have discovered there are numerous NGOs (as I should have guessed) who have partnered to better aid the development of countries of origin. One thing I'd be interested in investigating is the extent to which these NGOs influence the Ministry of Immigration's plans for codevelopment. I can guess that it's quite a lot, for a conference regarding the launch of envoidargent.fr (a government sponsored legitimization of remittances website) is being held at the Agence Française du Développement offices in Paris.
At any rate, I question how much work I can really get done today (other than a bit of reading) because the World Cup matches beckon. For today's results I guess Brazil and Uruguay but it would be nice if the Netherlands or Ghana managed to pull of a win (especially for Ghana, it being an African country and all). I can only hope that after this weekend I will emerge resolute in my efforts to truly accomplish some meaningful research here, and I hope to start by dropping by the CIMADE office here in Montpellier to find the best ways to get in touch with the right people.
Other than the government's explicit commitment in its développement solidaire branch of the Ministry of Immigration, I have discovered there are numerous NGOs (as I should have guessed) who have partnered to better aid the development of countries of origin. One thing I'd be interested in investigating is the extent to which these NGOs influence the Ministry of Immigration's plans for codevelopment. I can guess that it's quite a lot, for a conference regarding the launch of envoidargent.fr (a government sponsored legitimization of remittances website) is being held at the Agence Française du Développement offices in Paris.
At any rate, I question how much work I can really get done today (other than a bit of reading) because the World Cup matches beckon. For today's results I guess Brazil and Uruguay but it would be nice if the Netherlands or Ghana managed to pull of a win (especially for Ghana, it being an African country and all). I can only hope that after this weekend I will emerge resolute in my efforts to truly accomplish some meaningful research here, and I hope to start by dropping by the CIMADE office here in Montpellier to find the best ways to get in touch with the right people.
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