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The most amazing thing about this beautiful city, at least, in my opinion, are the crows. They are everywhere; monuments, parks and gardens, palaces, on campus ... They are generally a sign of bad omen, that something is going to go wrong. And to my regret, even when I promise myself to be rational, my deepest self suffers (and enjoys) superstition. I never wanted to participate in an Erasmus. It was an idea that terrified me, and perhaps it was due to my immaturity. At my age. Or to my being. I tend to be infatuated, to be more affectionate than I should be, and I was afraid I would not want to return. I usually value each step, person and experience as if it were the most precious object, without wanting to move away. When I arrived, I didn't know what was waiting for me. I was madly looking for stability, something to hold on to. Unfortunately, I still didn't know that the only thing static, the only thing that will always remain, is myself. The magical city disenchanted me. Who knows why. I didn't like Vienna, I was indifferent. Which did not happen in other cities that I had only visited, they amazed me. No. I didn't feel anything towards my new city. But that was the problem. I did not see that this was my house, my home, my life, not new, but continuous. Because we want to label it, something that reminds us that it is temporary. As if on returning to the motherland everything had remained there the same way. No. Everything is temporary. Something similar happened to me, a parallel with my trip to Lisbon. Vienna got into my gut and devoured my being. I did not realise that I had no memories of home; that's why I was indifferent. I had yet to laugh, cry, run, sing or write. But little by little, this city of crows, of bad feelings, covered me with its white cloth, with its Christmas markets, and with me. I met myself again. Magnificent. Me, at last. I extended my stay here. Not because what others had told me before happened to me. No. I couldn't be who I wanted because nobody knew me, I just don't need Erasmus to be able to act otherwise. Because I don't want to act otherwise. But even more so, Vienna made me flourish even more in the raucous winter. How I love what I have evolved into. And how surprising, and revealing it is to see everything without the fog, without that mist that hinders you. And how people blur. It is not a sad thing, much less. It is to realize that you only have you. And thanks to you, you'll get anywhere. You will arrive in Vienna. But oh, magical city, a city that never ceases to perplex me with every corner I discover. Because yes, I keep discovering. Every part of you, every corner of you, is part of me. Thank you, thank you, my dear Vienna.