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  • Nothing bound me to my home. My great love was gone with another. I was feeling tired.

    I decided to put the water of for way between a life and my future for one year. I prepared a suitcase and a small bag, just enough for three months in the city of my first destination and then my final course, the city of light Paris.

    But as they say, "Man proposes and God disposes."

    A Paris never arrives. The intermediate city between my origin and my final destination devoured me, when I arrived. I let her go over and I let myself be.

    It's been 22 years.
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