I lived in Warsaw for 2 years, and left it more than a year ago. When I visited it last time, I wrote down my feelings that I want to share with you. From my diary I probably love myself in Warsaw, my emotions and actions, the things that I did, stepping over myself. Wawa is a city of spring and summer, although these seasons are not long there, but they are in my heart. When you come as a guest, you don't feel the comfort and warmth that the city provided when I lived in its center. People are still friendly and pleasant, but they are no longer your people, and you are not theirs. Most of the time, when I think about Warsaw, I think about walking around the center, exploring the local corners, thinking about where the difference in our culture came from, adopting Polish culture for myself, and it suited me. It's amazing how many little things there are in this city, but to collect them, you need to do just that. When you come on business, you miss it, and the rest of the city turns out to be ordinary, languid, boring. And probably many tourists see it that way, but I'm glad I saw a different side. I often think about lying on the beach, near the Vistula River. I think it helped me a lot in my time to overcome depressive thoughts and an unloved job. Lying on the beach is a kind of meditation plus the pleasure of the process and vitamin D. That's probably why the sun always shines in my Warsaw. That's when I learned to love people, even though I've been doing it for a long time. Listen to yourself and listen to yourself, stopping at those moments when it is required. I missed that. I had a lot more plans for this city, I didn't have time for a lot of things, I didn't live through many emotions, although I wanted to. And I'm not going back to that. But this is no longer a question of the city, but of myself, of my ability to live the life I want. I'm still a long way from this skill, even though I've come a long way. But I don't regret it, or try not to. Desires are often short-lived, and life and desires change with them. There were plans for Warsaw, there will be plans for Amsterdam or whatever else. Perhaps it was a necessary qualitative transition. Warsaw is a city of search and formation. Amsterdam is a city of love and happiness. And the nasty winds that make you remember a lot of positive things when you try to think about the good things during your commute. Strangely, I've lived in Moscow even longer, and the city has left far fewer memories and legacies than Warsaw. This is probably a good quality of the city. And I'm glad that I had such an experience. And perhaps I don't want to repeat it again. And then only the new