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  • Posted: 19/07/2023

The story

As the morning dawned, Michel was sure of one thing . No one hates Paris more than him. There is no such person in the world who is as foreign to this city as he is. Michel wanted to take a hammer and smash every stone in the city. he considered Paris very disgusting. Michel called Paris "the city of the Eiffel Tower and the Stade de France". Some called it the city of love. In response to this remark, Michelle hung a note on her door. "City of Stupid Lovers". He was French. He was born in Paris. He studied here. Michel had never been to any other city except Paris in his entire life. But he hated this city. Maybe if he was in another city, he would hate it there. He realized that he did not love Paris for the first time at the age of 13. That day he received his annual grades. There were five in all. Michelle flew to the sky with joy. It was raining in Paris. Paris was in a storm that day. When Michelle, who was running home, fell into a puddle formed by rainwater, the outsiders looked on and laughed. If Paris hadn't rained, it wouldn't have fallen. The price book had become useless. His mother scolded him a lot that day. His father even slapped him with fat. All the fault was in Paris. Michel ran away from home that night. He walked the icy streets of Paris. He "fell asleep" with the blows of 3 children who passed him. When he woke up and returned home, he saw a pile of rubble in place of his buildings. Michel, who barely made his way through the people gathered around the collapsed building and looked carefully at the collapsed building, said for the first time. "I Hate Paris!" Now years have passed since that incident. But Michelle still hates this city. If he doesn't have to, he won't leave his house and step into this disgusting city. He leaves home twice a week and goes to the market. He does his weekly shopping. One day he did not get out of bed at all. He scribbled something in his notebook, tore the page, and then scribbled again. Maybe he was writing a letter to someone. Three days after this incident, there was a knock on his door. Michelle stared at the door, frozen in astonishment. Even his next door neighbor didn't know him. Who was knocking on the door? Who needed the 13th building, the 31st room? Michelle came to with a second knock on the door. He approached the door. It was the first time since she realized herself that Michelle opened the door to someone. The door opened. A momentary rumble. In the next few seconds, the sound wave echoed through the apartment and down the hall. This momentary roar would be enough to break the gloomy silence of the building for several days. When Michelle opened the doora second later he felt a pain in his forehead, then heat, then cold. Michelle's whole body turned to ice until the echo of the noise in the apartment stopped. During this time, he managed to gather his remaining strength and say a single sentence. "Paris, I hate you!" Half an hour after this incident, the house was full of people . After carefully looking around the room, police lieutenant Fabien approached Michelle's bed. He lifted the pillow and took the notebook from under it. He immediately started scrolling. The notebook contained Michelle's notes. In some of them, Michel wrote about his day, in some of the events he saw from the window, and in some of his own thoughts. The last note, unlike the others, was written in black pen. Fabien began to read carefully. Then the wall of the room reads "Paris, you're disgusting!" He looked at his writing and smiled. Although it took some time to find out who killed Michele, Fabien put all his energy into the case and arrested Michele's neighbor, Hernandez, a Frenchman of Spanish origin, and brought him to court. The outcome of the trial is not yet known. Paris did not change the course of his life. It still remains a city lit by day and dazzling by night... Note: From Fabien's reading “Hello, Paris. I'm Michelle. The unfortunate resident who was born in your bosom, grew up on the streets, and now is confined to a room. I feel that something will happen soon. I will be separated from you. I have to tell you some things. Paris, I love you so much. I love you more than anything. I'm afraid to say it. because I've lost loved ones all the time. I am afraid that they will take you from me. I express what is in my heart so that no one knows. I wrote my love for you on the wall of my room. Of course, as we coded. Paris, if I die one day I will be happy to die here. December 13, 2008. France, Paris.”

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