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  • I was in Paris many times.I felt I belonged there.If you want to know what was I doing there I was living my dream.My last visit was difficult.I was attacked by two North African looking men in motor bikes with helmets and they took all my possessions and they hurt me quite badly.My dream was a nightmare.I did not have an identity and no money.It was a great lesson to let go and allow the universe to take charge.We are so used to have so many things with us but when we do not have anything it is an amazing feeling of freedom.The universe came and helped me and strangely enough I only rememeber the macarroons and Saint German and all the beautiful memories of Paris.
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