As is probably apparent also from the title, this text will be self-referential. I want to clarify that it was not only the crisis that pushed me to immigrate for the second time in my life (the first was to study in the UK).
But I know that wherever I am, the City will remain a constant for me, a small "badge" in my life that will exhibit joy and pride later. The City of Dreams probably does not exist, nor that of fairy tales, but there is the city of all those who have dreamed of as the one and only home - and that’s no small thing.
Source: http://constantinoupoli.com/