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Untitled Document 13 students, 13 different backgrounds, 1 bus, 1 objective : to create in 3 months a space for sharing and exchanging to give voice to the young and promotes their encounters. Ana is from Argentina, Elisabeth from Canada, Sanjeev from India, the others from Lille, Grenoble or Paris ; each with his experience brings his competencies to the trip, and enriches it with his own sensitivity.
For you to know us better, Ana came up with this small portrait gallery, Aurélie took out her paintbrush and everyone brought out a sentence. It's not serious, and all the better for it : we weren't going to come back with our black & white pictured CVs ! | 
| Ben, 21
"euh, so what's the plan?" His music corner hides an incredible variety of CDs and he always surprises us with a new music precisely adapted to the moment - or perhaps adapting the moment to his music... Thanks to him, the sorrowful coppers of Kusturika are associated to morning in a Romanian countryside, between Timisoara and Bucarest. Always ready to react, he remains strong-headed in cases of emergency. He is also our mechanic, juggling between magical trafficking of our electric system and fixing the bus with keys of 13 and of black on the noze. | | Chacha, 21
"be motivated, motivated...darlings react !!" "Now, instead of choosing men for their body, I will choose them for their mechanics!". Chacha takes her job seriously when it comes to carrying the voice of youth... Plugged on 220 V, she is pure dynamite, with a taste for loud shoouuting! At loss before our lack of common sense ("I told you to bring plates and utensils!"), her and her advice, qualified of old-fashioned, are always recognized in their time. Yes, you were right, Chacha ! And ever since Aurélie cut her hair, it seems she has even more spice running through her veins... | | | | Romain, 22
"let's paaarrtyy !!!" He holds the keys to the secret entrances of our Etincelle website, and was instituted - quite against his will - our group's mascotte. For surely, with his lined T, you cannot miss his airs of little prince at the wheel of a big bus... How will you find Romain in the middle of a crowd at the market ? Easy! Follow his characteristic laughter! But don't ask him to turn in circles around Istanbul to find a place to park the bus, this is his nightmare. A mountain lover, he opened the path for "ascending Safar, South side" or how to climb up the roof without a ladder, clung to the walls and windows. comment grimper sur le toit sans échelle, agrippé aux parois et aux vitres. Please take note, put on Salsa, he will start jumping everywhere while chatting in Spanish! | | | | Mike, 22
"Rrrrrhhhhhaaaaa, don't worry !" (copyright Garage of Villebon) Our mad driver who makes all dreams possible. To reach the moon in rolling skates is just a question of wanting, and he'll be sure to convince you. A self-taught cameleon, he will not hesitate to set aside the website to plunge his hands in gas oil, even if it requires him to swallow motor oil when Safar needs it. Hearing his voice go off-key on The Doors at night is much more agreable than "Get up all of you, come push Safar, it won't start!!" | 
|  | Charlotte, 21
Our very own image journalist... "The three Charlottes are here?" Her combat uniform : "la cinquième" bob hat and pataugas, armed with her camera, on the road for adventure. Her patience unequaled to pick up 5 times in a row the bottle of shampoo falling from the badly ordored compartment, and ready for any sort of mission, even washing dishes at the duty border. Always good-humoured, she is capable of bluffing completely with her diva imitations, in total contrast with her conservative clothing ! | | Dom, 21
"We may rationnally infer that the investment rate in the Eastern and Central European countries..." Leave a yellow spraying bomb in his hands and you will find him out of control, anxious to paint suns and Eiffel Towers on any wall he may find. If we leave aside his talents for Chippendale, Dom is an excellent treasurer, who can make our budget vary of 15,000$ in a day, just to see if we'll react... |  |  | Liz, 20
our overseas butterfly... Bring out your antenna toward a universe of wonders and vegetarianism, Liz is here, freshly arrived from Canada, with all its zen and tranquillity. Under her soft blue eyes, Elisabeth hides an impressive hard-worker, who creates reports in due time, yet in all modesty. Her spontaneous lessons of the Quebecer language is our daily enchantment. Knowing that the "maringouin" is a stinging (v. important) mosquito is poetry in itself. | | Isa, 23s
"do nooot ask anymore where the washroom are... I'm responsible for Eastern Europe, not for a bunch of day-campers!" This statement holds a little less credibility when she unstrategically chooses to claim it from the top of her fuschia-flowered pants, bob hat and candy pink vamp glasses. Eager for her baba cool Slovaks, if she could have designed our itinerary along the path of lakes and pools "from Paris to Turkey"...no doubt she would have! Isa and her past midnight mind-boggling surrealistic speeches are definitely worth the trip! |  |  | Chach, 21
"whoever fuckin' hid my sleepin' bag, i'm gonna kick his ass!!" Explosive, whitely, filiform. Please overlook my bazaar poetry, but they belong to the character.A citizen of the world, having lived in Sudan and Norway, Chach feels committed to the 6 billion people coexisting on this planet...A tall missus who will scream her lungs out with Edith Piaf songs ("moâh, j'essuie les verres au fond du café...") cigarette in mouth, and legs crossed on her seat. Our journey is punctuated with the expressions she digs out on the spot to sum up any situation..."Chach, wouldn't you know where my sock is?- Of course, it's balancing on my nose!" | | Aurélie, 22
"Hey, don't forget me !!... By the way, you wouldn't have a cigarette, would you?" Our colorful Castafiore, Aurélie brings in her arrrrtistic eye. At times we wonder whether her creative resources could not be contained in the metallic pink scarf inevitably rolled up in her hair. Cissors or spraying bomb in her hands, her revamping of our hair or of the surfaces on the Safar are always a success. Her last attempt : audio harassing our passengers with serial music. A conspiration is already organized to make her Lhassa CD vanish... |  |  | Sanjeev
26 ans
'I am the Indian guy of the team.' With his hindi accent and his surprising sense of humour, Sanjeev illuminates us with his glance, both critical and generous. He gives us the impression of having fallen in a magic ayurvedic potion when he was little. How could we otherwise explain his energy and his legendary frank way of speaking, that no authority or high dignitary may overcome, or even his dancing talents, worthy of a Saturday Night Fever? Irrevocably called to Brazil at the last minute, he unfortunately could not join us on the 29th of June. He will be joining us in Teheran - fortunately for we do miss him! | | Marianne, 21
"Hakuna matata..." Marianne suffers from a rather uncommon illness, antisedentarism. In brief it is very simple, the absence of momvent causes her to get sick. In fact, Etincelle should be covered by her medical insurance... She brought back from Kenya her "pole pole" philosophy (Eh, isn't life beautiful?) and stress passes over her head without reaching her. Her smile is a true sun ray. |  |  | Ana, 20
"arriba la luna...". When she is not falling in our motor, Ana searches everywhere, microphone in hand and headphones on her ears, for the most typical sounds of each country in order to create a charming account in Spanish. But now that sound editing has no secrets for her, why can we never send it ? Fortunately, the Latino-Gypsy choruses she orchestrates while waiting at neverending borders need no microphones to work right. | | Safar, 23
"Travel", "Road", "Path", in Hindi, Persian, Arabic... Safar is all at once our home, our baby, our love... We pet it, we give it all the caring it needs -except when we fill it with the wrong fuel-, we try to understand it as much as possible. All at once a living room, a kitchen, a means of transportation and a bedroom, it rocks us with its delicate sounds, and any self-respecting Etincelant could never fall asleep without the melody of our rolling bus in the background... Its flamboyant colours astound, its curtains draw attention, and no one can remain indifferent before its roaring motor. We love you, Safar !! |  |
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