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Do I like Paris? - Yes, absolutely. My friend once compared it to a man, and like any man, it has skeletons in the closet.

I moved to Paris at the age of 24. I must admit, I never dreamed of moving here. Paris was something unattainable for me; it was a city of books, movies, photographs, and paintings of old masters, but never a place on the map. It's been almost two years, and I am far from who I was when leaving my hometown. Now I live on the pages of books, among the biographies of great people.

For some people, Paris is Rue de Rivoli with lots of shops, Hotel de Ville, Tuileries, d'Orsay, Place de Concorde, Tour Eiffel, Champs-Elysées, Arc de Triomphe... For me, Paris is a triangle, akin to the Bermuda. It is formed by three main cemeteries: Père Lachaise, Montmartre, Montparnasse. And in this triangle, souls roam, invisible to the external eye, but open to the internal one. Souls frightening or inspiring hope. Souls of those, thanks to whom Paris became what it is. They are familiar with our fears, experiences, doubts. They won't touch us, but they won't befriend us either, they just exist. They are part of this city, just as I am now.