Paris, je t’aime
Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I
fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me. From in the final vignette of Paris, je t’aime.
For me it turns out to be the city of the answers of asked and non-asked questions. Answers that just come, answers we sometimes don’t like and refuse to accept. Wisdom of city, gathered energy of so many people and ages turns out to be stronger and has its own regulating mechanisms.
Over the past 10 years I’ve experienced the city saying one huge and generous, going beyond all expectations, YES and shortly after: stop, retreat! And even if you don’t want to, something happens and you have to follow. It was in Paris I felt numerous times I cannot control things and it is super naïve trying to do it…A place where something just happens (or does not) but only when its internal logic, moment or whatever has decided so. Or not.
And when we lose focus, because of staring too much, it is still there – to attract us when the time is right.
*2211 – a combination of numbers which was exciting my mind and made me keep asking the question what is the meaning, why me and those numbers. I did not find the answers, it was just my room number, Pullman Montparnasse Hotel, floor 22.
Photos are taken with Olympus Pen camera.0