15.04.2019. Mon.

I feel myself so confused. I thought I would write about the new season (the last season) of the Game of Thrones, about my small travel in my city while dad was absent, about choosing the future profession, but I don’t want to. It didn’t cause emotions as burned Notre-Dame de Paris.

I can’t understand why it’s touching me so hard. I’ve never been in Paris or France, I’ve never been dreaming about visiting Notre-Dam. But now I’m so deeply upset. I want to return back and visit it, but unfortunately we’re not able to turn the clock back. Probably I’m so emotional because Notre-Dam is not only an amazing building to take photo with, it’s a historical memory. Relic. And I like things which’ve been witnesses of the history of the country.

I’m shocked. We all are. We’re kind of lost. Yeah, some days/weeks from now we’ll be ok again. But now the only thing we can do is watching in the hope it was just a bad dream.

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