My entire family had left town. My mom bought an apartment in what reassembles a Paris Cité complex. My dad rents a large, high end, expensive flat in a new construction with view on the autoroute. My stepdad moved into a small modern house, on the north shore. My brother purchases his first home at forty years old, deep into the suburbia cliché. But my half and me, we stayed. We choose the city center, partly because we are refusing to get a car, for different ethical reasons. Mainly, we like the urban feeling. It tends to remind me of any other exotic places. I can pray to be in Europe, America or Asia, to be downtown his like the center of the universe. Certainly, the world looks smaller from this point of view. There is a small piece of space in this, which I know is at peace. Within the noisy city, we created a retreat made of heaven. My main occupation has been to keep it safe and sound.