When I put my foot in London after nearly seven years, everything I saw it translated in my soul by the word FREEDOM. English breathe an air that seemed better than at home became suffocating, and I love the idea that I may lose no crowd to get to know and judge anyone. I was convinced that London is impossible to accidentally meet someone on the street (I now this happens quite frequently).

After several months the word that describes me to London was abundant. Once I spent a day in Top Shop in Oxford Circus and I searched every corner in hand and I wanted to have every dress and purse and pair of shoes, and belt ... and I only beat the streets of Camden Town to Leicester Square and I wanted to do and I hand in a lot of days in which cheflii invaded the core of the evening in summer. Everything was in abundance, and I watch all the appetite of a child in a candy shop that still can not afford.

After two years London has become dirty. Here they call multiculturalitate a celebrated and all, but I looked like shops and fetid macelariile dubious and women who are not behind your eyes see not naframelor London. London was where I read about in Dickens's books and Thackerray? When we began to withdraw behind the hordes of invaders ...

Today the word that describes London for me is hidden. Looking for its hidden wonders. Common the few places where I like to eat (I have a fetish for already known Wagamama and Ping-Pong - Two restaurant chains with asian fusion cuisine, great cocktails and fruit), bury me with pleasure in one of the Vietnamese restaurants crowded and insanitary on Kingsland Road or in a similarly crowded and unhealthy Buffet Chinese in China Town, walk without shame in sex shopurile of Soho and inform me with eyes full of wonder about how many things were invented in terms of sexual pleasure go in small sweaty clubs in Shoreditch, Brick Lane and Old Street (Mother, Hoxton Pony, Hoxton Bar & Kitchen, Ziegfried von Underbelly, The Last Days of decadence, Herbal, Public Life - a former public toilet on Commercial Street opened on Saturday during the day - Vibe, Club 1001), still finding nice pubs (the latter was the Irish pub Waxy O'Connor in Soho) and vintage stores and places with nice houses (the wonderful Hampstead where if I win at " Who wants to be a millionaire "I would love to live).
Are far from familiar London. I feel she knows me better than I know her. But as we see, including frequent drops of rain, is a place where each summer the park hosts a festval (recommend Festival Victoria Park, Shoreditch Festival Park, Stokefest, O2 Wireless in Hyde Park), where abundance and freedom and multiculturalism still exists, knit-and trying to be all live in harmony ...

by Iulia Calota