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Sometimes our feelings follow paths that we don't understand. Sometimes our perception happens at levels that we are not able to trace.

Why are there cities that appear cold? What is that small bit of something that, in spite of all the good, doesn't let you feel quite like home?



Why are there other cities that seem to embrace you with its charme? What is that other something that gives you the feeling you could easily make of that city your home?



I don't know. Maybe it's just the colour of its rooftops...