I met Quentin about a year ago. I think it was at Phil's old apartment. We used to hang out there from time to time, and one day we were introduced to each other. Hey yo, this is Quentin, from France. Super nice dude, a genuine gentleman. He's gonna help us a lot. It was then that we started Unsung Magazine and it turned out that Quentin would play a significant role.
We started having weekly meetings at a 24-hour coffee shop in Jong-no. I miss those times. The project was real then. To be productive for a greater good, to share work and worries, it felt right. We all became good friends and accomplices, Quentin and me being the Euro force. We have beers and talks every now and then, and it's those times between the mag and the streets that I value most.
In Lyon, Quentin's hometown, he hosted us like royalty. We had our own spot in the middle of the city. He showed us where to go to find peace and we went. The old part of town gives you a fine impression of what it was like when walls were still made out of bricks, not glass. At the end of our stay Sumin and I regretted not having planned another day here, but we promised to come back.
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