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World, France, Paris and Notre Dame after the fire. I have a heavy heart.

 

 

My first flight was to Paris. For the first time in my life, I traveled alone abroad.

Then I was a student of about 17-18 y.o. It wasn’t an excursion, I stayed in the apartment of the family of a girl, who I had met some months ago in Petersburg. There lived: her father, her mother, my friend, her elder sister, her brother sometimes came to visit his family and stayed at sleepover and twins (her brother and her sister). And for two weeks – me…

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