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Have you ever watched Paolo Sorrentino «La grande bellezza»? It tells the story of one famous Italian author who managed to write just only one book. He could not create anymore because one day he lost the spirit of beauty. And from that moment the main character was chasing The great Beauty every time and everywhere. The same as all the Italians. They look closely into your face without any arrogance or vulgarity. But with a do-or-die attempt to memorize your freckle, the flying movement of your lips, the way you fix your hair. They seem to drink The Beauty with their morning espressos. This could be the reason why Italians are so good-looking. They are not greedy — they share this Beauty divinely smiling. That is my Italy, the way I saw it for the first time and the way it is going to stay in my heart forever. The country where lovers easily follow their passion and kiss in public places (which is kind of awkward for a former Soviet Union citizen). There is no need to be ashamed of their feelings and store up love till they get to the nearest hiding-place. The country where people decide on being happy. The country where warmth mixed with happiness, coffee, croissants and sweet perfumes are in the air. Give and get back — is the main and the only one key to the balance. And that is it — there are no more rules, keys, ways. It is pretty much simple and brilliant at the same time. You know, I truly believe that every person gets more than one love. More than one beloved, more than one favorite place on Earth. And this love not necessarily appears like in a movie. Where a beautiful Ukrainian girl runs away her routine and jumps into her perfect Roman Holidays. And she stays near the Trevi Fountain — with her eyes and heart open. She takes three coins from her purse — one to get back here one day, the other two to find love. And right at that moment she wants to throw coins over her left shoulder with her right hand (obligatory), out of nowhere appears a guy and pushes her and she loses her coins. But then some random Italian tanned prince gives you his three coins and says: “Signora, you have to make your wishes here, because this is Rome”. Nope, it was not this way. There were a bunch of selfie stick sellers near Colosseum, swearing Russian tourists wearing high heels in Roman Forum and horrible traffic jams near Largo di Torre Argentina. Me and Rome fell in love on our third day. And how it usually happens in the most romantic stories, we had to break up on our fourth. Majesty. Strength. Power. Huge buildings together with dynamic Romans. The best and the biggest ice cream in Giolitti. Numerous fountains to admire, especially Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi and Fontana del Tritone on Piazza Barberini. Sights as old as time and modern views. Rome is the city of happy people. Couples who live together 30 years look like just married. Men are gentle, women are peaceful. Rome is a city of emotions. The no small talks. There are huge and loud talks. Rome is a city of loudness. If you are at the table with Italians whey talk simultaneously. Rome is a city of contradictions. Magnific Colosseum and Vatican City and Ghetto and Trastevere. This is awesome that I started my New Year hear. Instead of throwing a huge party, cooking I enjoyed the sunset near Pantheon. Romans are always on time. They are just not in a hurry. They are not trying to be perfect, they are just happy. So I tried just to be happy in Rome. Lying on the grass in Giardino degli Aranci, also known as the Orange Garden, and watching the sky. And the sky was watching me. We looked each other in the eye and began to go under the silence, which was interrupted with rebellious lips whispering: This is mine. Mine. Chiao, The Eternal city. See you soon.