English? German? Spanish?

Hello my people! I'm sorry for the delay. As I step into this culture, I am busier and without much free time to think about writing. But things that I can't stop sharing still appear. I am still impressed by the last weekend. I have been in which I catalog as the most famous city of the whole world, important for more than two millennia, one of the world's leading cultural centres... in short: Paris. So, here we go, once again.

We arrived in Clichy (a district of the metropolis), where my hostel was, on a cool spring evening, without knowing exactly where we were, what we were doing and which feelings would arousse that weekend. And just some minutes later it took place the first contact with the fantasy world in which we were immersed: we were face to face with the incredible Eiffel Tower, at night, which was shining immutable in the middle of the settlement. Such a feeling... I mean, after a whole life talking about her and figuring up her curves and shapes... there she was. Standing in front of us, unalterable, slender, rigid, arrogant. The iron monster, the queen of France. 330 metres of beauty and perfection. Enlightened and escorted by the whole world, icon of the human race. It is impossible to explain the situation. It was just her and us, nothing else. And goosebumps, of course.

After that wonderful welcome, we all thought it would be rattling difficult to spring up such strong feelings again. But definitely, we were wrong. As we walked through the city, I bumped into situations that made me feel once more in another place, dreamingly. I had never had this kind of feeling for a city. I had fallen in love several times, specially with London and Buenos Aires, but this time it was different. For the first time I found a city as a place to live in, linked to a whole way of thinking and enjoying life, art and respect. And don't ask me why, because I actually don't know the answer.



I fell completely in love with Montmartre, the district around the homonym hill. There lies the Sacre Coer Basilica, very interesting indeed, because of its byzantine architechture, quite different from the rest. But the view over the city was the most amazing part. We wandered around the small and winding streets at the top of the hill and drunk some beer. The atmosphere was incredible. Montmartre has always had a history related to artists and has many studios and cafes of many great artists in the area (Pablo Picasso, for example). Also the people who frequent that place usually have a particular vision about how to live life that I am really interested in.

Something worth telling: I lived a situation that I found truly encouraging and filled me with pride and self-esteem. And in fact, it has not happened only to me. After having settled in a Germanic culture and got used to the German language, we had to change again to a French speaking country. And at the moment we had to communicate, we found ourselves asking: Excuse me, do you speak English? German? Spanish? Maybe Italian? And, man, that was a great feeling inside. We had never thought about how important languages are, and how valuable it is to know them, therefore how capable we are, even being so young. We had to drink to that.

And yeah yeah, it was probably the most amazing museum I have ever been to. The Louvre, one of the most important institutions in the world. I flew while walking along its royal halls and corridors, steped into history and mystery, and with so much to show and teach. I have to say that I didn't really tickle my fancy when I spotted La Gioconda. The most spoken painting around the world, and it took me ten minutes to actually realize I was in the same room where it lays. Its size of less than a metre (too small), and the people around, so crazy about taking a photo, spoiled the moment. Anyway, I met other masterpieces of Leonardo, Delacroix, and Rembrandt, including the Virgin of the Rocks (that forced me to stop in front of her). I also strolled among millenarian Greek and Roman works, and definitely the experience was worth living.

I always seemed to find myself in staggering and astonishing situations, like the one in the metro station, when a totally drunk man jumped into the rails some seconds before the train arrived and narrowly he did not finish turned into mincemeat. It was a show, especially by the uproar at the crowd. Unfortunately the man lived, and the moment became a simple anecdote more, of thousands. Ok, don't believe what I just said last, haha.

When it seems that one can't learn anything else, boom! One runs into these situations that give meaning to life and make one feel alive. One feels good man, and also believes that he is doing things right, that he is on the right way. And that, and nothing else, is the most important thing, that is what effectively matters. Have a nice weekend.