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Another year has passed, and Paris continues to offer me more than I ever expected from a city. Besides endless university sessions, projects that seem to consume all the oxygen in the room, and sleepless nights of studying, I stumbled upon something completely unexpected. A discovery that reignited that old flame, that quest for truth beyond appearances, which I once felt. It happened in the university library, a labyrinth of shelves and old books. I was looking for materials for a project, but I accidentally came across some bizarre references, hidden in the footnotes of historical works. That’s how I started to uncover a red thread that led to… secret organizations. Not just one, but several. ...

Another year has passed. Another year since my last post, a full, intense, tiring year, but also with moments of astonishing clarity. I’m swamped with university, with projects that seem to multiply exponentially, with study sessions stretching until dawn. I spend more time in the university library than in my own apartment. Rows of books, the smell of old paper, and discreet whispers – that’s pretty much the soundtrack of my life lately. ...

It’s been almost a year since I last wrote anything here. Since that dial-up and the departure. A year since I left Romania for Paris. Now I’m swamped with university, and time seems to fly differently here. Paris: A Mosaic of Voices and New Faces When I arrived, I was shocked. I had never seen so many people at once, and especially, so much diversity. Strangers from everywhere. Black people, yes, I had never seen black people so close up, in such large numbers. Moroccans, Algerians, Chinese, sub-Saharan Africans… all nations seem to have gathered here. It’s fascinating, an incredible cultural mosaic, but it’s also incredibly crowded. Sometimes you feel lost in this wave of people, of voices, of noises. ...

It’s a rainy autumn day in Bucharest, one of those that make you think about leaving. And for me, departure is imminent. I’ve made a major decision, one that fills me with both nerves and a sense of freedom: I’m emigrating from Romania. The destination? Paris, the City of Lights. Or, who knows, maybe also of the Illuminati, as I like to joke, rolling my eyes at old conspiracy theories. It’s the city where a revolution began… and I feel it’s time for a personal revolution for me too. ...