And then came moving day. You truly never realize how much stuff can fit inside a Dacia until you are forced to pack your entire life into one. Tetris champion levels unlocked—no power steering, no AC, but packed to the brim and ready to roll. 🚗📦🧩💥

So began a 1.5-month countdown. Finding a roof in Berlin, working, partying like no tomorrow, and soaking in every last second on my small island home. High energy, zero sleep, and no regrets. 🏝️🏠🍻💥

One week later, I secured the legendary apprenticeship as an Audiovisual Media Clerk. Not quite as sexy as "Film Director," but it was time to adjust expectations. The Berlin dream was officially alive. 🎟️📺✨

For everyone asking "Why drive 3,200 km instead of flying or taking the train?" Simple student math: €20 for a full tank of GPL gave me 400 km. Sweat in a Dacia with zero AC? Yes. Beat public transport prices? Absolutely. 🚗⛽💶

Acquired: 1 interview. Next step: drive 1,600 km BACK home the next morning to celebrate my birthday until 3 AM. 3,200 km in 4 days, zero AC, and enough energy to party all night. The Dacia didn't break down, and neither did I. 🚗💨🎂🎉

Internship ended with zero offers, so I drove my Dacia home. Naturally, that’s when the interview invite hit. Did I hesitate? Nope. Jumped back into my no-AC steed and sprinted 1,600 km right back to Berlin for a single-day interview. 🚗💨🇩🇪

Life’s sense of humor is unmatched: I ended up working with an Oscar recipient during my internship. Just like that, the cinema flame reignited. Throw in falling head over heels for Berlin, and I was applying for a full apprenticeship to stay. 🏆🎬🏙️

Then the universe stepped in. Pure island magic landed the internship—not my resume. The interviewer visited the tiny island in Brittany where I grew up and couldn't get why I swapped paradise for Berlin. One chat about home later, I was officially in TV production. 🏝️📺🔥

Year 3 hit hard: no internship, but clarity. Oscar dream? Toned down to a TV production internship. I skipped graduating, worked, and packed my trusted steed—a legendary Dacia with no AC nor power steering (good old days)—and road-tripped to Berlin. Farewell Hollywood, hello German TV sets! 🚗💨📺🇩🇪

While wrestling with German grammar, I randomly discovered another hidden talent: Accounting. Turns out balancing books requires the exact same pattern recognition—except numbers don't argue back like grammar rules do. A whole new plot twist. 📊🔢💡

3 years of battling einer, einen, einem taught me one thing: trust the gut. My German teacher’s soul left their body every time they asked why I got a complex sentence right and I casually replied, "Because it sounds better." Chaos? Yes. Effective? Also yes. 🇩🇪🗣️⚡

Goal at 18: Oscar before 25. Go big or go home! Film school said no, but hope dies last—I’d try again next year. So I enrolled in Foreign Languages. If you can't make blockbusters yet, learn to handle plot twists in multiple languages. Talk about a lesson in life crushing dreams early. 🎬🗣️📉

Starting at the beginning sounds simple until you realize you don't know where the beginning actually was. And where is this heading? Absolutely no clue. 🤷‍♂️ But here we are, taking step one into the unknown. Let’s just see what happens. 🎲✨