Today i'm gonna share with you the story of my grandparents.At the end of the Franco-Algerian war my grandparents decide to move to France with 10 children.They took the boat for 24 hours in bad condition  and then they traveled  from Marseilles to Paris in the bus during 16 hours for the Parisian suburbs.They were tired , my mum was sick. They settled in a neighborhood for immigrants.They rent an apartment, it was a small apartment with 2 bedrooms for 10 children.My grandpa find a job and my mother uncle and ant went to a school they were the only Algerian people in this school.At this time in France there were a lot of racist,so it was really difficult for them to integrate into the system.My grandma was learning the language in a association.The location of the association burnt the second day because someone throw a cocktail Molotov on it .