In reality, the journey here is a journey in time. A trip to a lost world. Missing the formidable tangles of blast furnaces, missing the fantastic orange skies nights flows - was the aurora borealis we can - we thought missing headframes prepared forever, slag heaps disappeared we thought forever rooted in the landscape, customs disappeared from the Belgian border, customs disappeared from the Luxembourg border - well, those we do not regret ...
By cons, always there the Italian Film Festival of Villerupt (already 33 editions!), And its little brother the Arab Film Festival in Fameck (21 editions), who travel each year thousands of spectators ...
In any case, I say a big thank you to St Nicolas for bringing me this book faded, but faithful to the Country Top sixties and seventies ...
