At 19th March I finally arrived to Strasbourg, Alsace. I had nothing with me, just a little map with a red X on it and a few street names, printed on an A4 format paper. After one and a half hour of searching, I found the Recruit Center, so I called my mother to tell her that I’m at the door, and if everything goes right she won’t hear anything about me for a while.
After knocking on the door it took just a few seconds and there was a giant German-origin caporal-chef, twice of my size. I was looking at him like a tiny rabbit. He saw that I was almost shitting my pants, so he told me kindly: “No stress!”- and asked me what I was looking for. With a basic french knowledge came the answer: “I want to join to the legion.” So he took me inside and showed me the traction bar, than told me that I have to do pull-ups, the maximum possible. I jumped up and did 13.
Than he made a fast control of my backpack and explained me what I needed to buy to make it to the selection easier. So I went shopping with the help of my German and English knowledge. It took me a few hours. When I turned back I had to answer a few questions, sign a few papers, than they took away all my stuff.
There was a romanian caporal-chef too. He told me every little thing that I needed to know about the recruitment and he gave me instructions. I’ll always be thankful for him for helping me. His help made all this adventure much easier!
When I finished the interview with him, he told me: “Now your “rank” is CANDIDAT. They’ll call you, they’ll give you some job. If you work well, everything will be fine.”