





Earlier, I already told you the story of my first journey. About Paris.
I know that some of you haven't read this story because many of you have subscribed to me recently, but maybe some of you remember that since childhood I wanted to visit Paris, and my first trip in my life took place there.
I didn't just want to visit this city. This is a mysterious story that I want to share with you.
Do you know the feeling of deja vu?
So very often, in childhоod, I experienced a similar feeling with the same clear feeling of being a yоung girl living in France in the 30s-50s. During the Second World War. I know it sounds stupid, but it's true. I experienced this feeling from a very early age, even when I did not see Paris, not only in life, but also in pictures.
I remember one day, I was about 6 yеаrs old, I was walking down the street with my head down and I saw a bright brochure on the pavement with an advertisement for a trading shop that sells fresh fish. And then I experienced this feeling for the first time.
I have already seen this brochure!!! - sounded in my head.
In those seconds, images flashed through my mind like a forgotten memory: I saw a girl, in the first person, as if I was looking at myself. She was sitting outside at a table, probably in some kind of cafe. I saw only her legs: she was wearing black shoes with small heels, a green pleated skirt. Coffee was poured in front of her in a white cup and saucer, gloves and a newspaper lay nearby. There was military news, and at the bottom, near the curb, lay the same pamphlet with the sale of fish…
TO BE CONTINUED…