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I want a metro without pickpockets, and you? One more pickpocket incident in Line 9 of the Parisian metro and I will start a public campaign. I already designed the logo, I just need to make stickers and fill windows, chairs and doors in the metro with them. I had never ever felt so insecure taking public transport than in Paris. Yesterday, while seated in the metro I was surprised with the drivers' message out loud "Ladies and Gentlemen there is a pickpocket in the last wagon, watch out your bags".

I tried to refuse her love. I tried not to take any of her proposals for fun, for eating out, enjoying the sun, the coffees in charming bistros. I really tried to dislike her. And I did not succeed. I love Paris. La ville. Beauty is in Paris.

Read title with David Bowie's famous song... chaaa cchhh chhha cchaannges in mind. I feel changes. I have this supernatural power, according to me, to foresee the future. This belief has been strengthened after I foresaw two pickpocket attacks in the metro. I knew something would happen, I changed seats and moved away from the suspects, when the metro stopped few seconds latter they violently stole the iphone of a girl while she was talking in one case and run away with a bag in another one. I can read bad people as much as I can recognize good human fiber. My fiber tells me that changes will come soon into my life. I have already started missing Paris while still having an address, a telephone account and a job here. Very importantly, I have 10 sessions of vinyasa yoga that I finally accept will go unused since that type of yoga, despite forcing myself to like it, does not do good to my lower back. I miss my grey mini sofa, an enormous Burkina Faso mask standing in my living that...