at 15 i fell in love irrevocably and forever with london...

today i can still remember the feeling that hit me the first time i saw big ben and the taste of the most expensive ice cream i've ever eaten next to tower bridge. i can remember streets,people,buildings.
at 16 i went again.alone for one week. that week i've decided that one day i'm gonna live there...
from that week until now,some weird passion kept me dreaming about that place everyday.
i keep recalling that weird mix of people and cultures and everything,really...

it fascinated me twice and left me hopelessly in love with it...