Half the real you imagine half

'Half of the city is half imagination'

Paris is the festival city today. The lanes of the capital of France, the streets are full of ruggedness. The joy of winning everyone's face, the winner's smile Do not laugh, or why! Twenty years later, the world's most challenging and prestigious competition won. World Cup Football Trophy

From the morning Paris was surrounded by decorations. There were lots of people in every tram, train, metro, bus. All the slogans, Ales les blues, 'Proceed to France.' Everyone's destination is one of Paris's 230 big screen or Eiffel Tower or Paris Gate. The flag of France, tied with the shoulders of every Parisian, painted in front of the flag of France, three colors-blue, white, red the ideal of freedom of French Revolution, equality, brotherhood has three colors.

Slowly the start time of the game is near, the people continue to grow, some people come together in pairs, someone joins the team. There is no room for tile holding anywhere. Every pub, restaurant is full of ears Everyone's hands, drinks on the TV screen. The starting point of the game starts immediately with the preparation of the celebration. Goals, and the French people burst out screaming. There is no scream like the earthquake. Known-known strangers whom he gets, embraced him and kept on touching the face

aux arms citizens

Formed Vos biathlons

archons, archons, archons (national anthem of France)

Walking along the side of the buggy, a few hours after the sound of boom shook the Paris streets. With the referee playing the final flute, I think the screen of the ear will be broken by the words of Buñuel and Bagh. In the streets everyone falls down on the street. Continuation of the cottage, water scattering, celebration of artificial smoke. Black-white, men and women; There was no discrimination. On the eve of a wonderful match of brotherhood, everyone went on a procession to make a trip to the destination.

The evening starts with fireworks boiling. Walking in the sky, without intermittent fireworks game The sound of the horn of the car continues. The youths have launched a motor march. Somewhere between 10 and 15 people have danced with a mix of goals. Everyone greeted everyone, think of how many days of attention There is no room for holding sesame in the trains, trains and trains. But there is no impression of annoyance in anyone. Satisfaction with everyone The shade of tranquility. Throat has broken, yet the face on the champion (On A Champion), 'we are champions.'

There is a different Paris, no mechanics, no break, just festival and joy. Which is hard to mean by any word. But we are lucky, we have the opportunity to see the joy of winning the World Cup. This is a celebration of the celebration, spreading the joy of the world, in an unconscious world. This is the hope.