…The destiny had petted it with numerous names. Looking through the old maps, I found it written with different names and this made it difficult for me to tell if they of the same city. Each author must have named it according to their own preference, I thought. Aphrodite, Athena, Artemis, Hestia, Demeter, Hera or Kora were its most common names. However, it also had other names in use. I did not know which of the cartographers was right, but for one thing I agreed with them all; the named city was known as the most beautiful place….First, with a compass, I roughly drew its position on the map. I was instructed that I would find it in the middle of the land road that connects the two capitals of the world. It had once been the easternmost city of the West, sometimes the westernmost city of the East. It had systematically changed its owners, now and then also stood on its own. On the way between these two superpowers, there were several other cities that had influenced its habits, which I had to visit. Then I sat down and sketched a roadmap (see map) and set off after it.I was still young and had unlimited time. Life was in front of me, everything was in front of me, each of the seven cities at that time had to be better than the other. On the journey, the meaning of its names would become food for my imagination…As stated, the last city was among them. It was not considered a goddess, but it embraced everything in itself. Despite being far from the sea, it was regularly visited by seagulls. It was divided into two halves, but it was not big. Its roads had many water canals, but they were not suitable for sailing. The castle with the army stood like a crown on its head, but no one had ever fought there. The saying goes that it grew up with silver spoons and learned the languages of other cities. But beyond that, there was something else that gave it a distinct quality.It disappeared, had fun and came back again. It was like that playful girl you could not keep to yourself. Its comings and goings, had petted it by many names, depending on which cartographer had visited it. However, I had to draw it myself to understand where the charm came from….Its beauty was found among its many virtues. And it wandered among them maintaining friendships with its everlasting inhabitants. It wandered stubbornly from name to name, neighbourhood to neighbourhood, from language to language; it loved them all. It used to tell so many stories. It was known by numerous names, while it was called the beauty.I remember as if it were yesterday how amazed I was when I first lay my eyes upon it. From up there, it looked like a giant vagina lying in fertile nature. With poplars arranged in its delta, and with wet petals in the middle, it was sheltering an entire city. It smelled of three thousand wild flowers from the old mountains. It seduced me with its joy, as I gave myself in as much as it would allow me. Whenever the weather warmed up, I would dive and swim in its silver waters. I do not deny that I still love it, but once long before that great drought that gripped the planet, it went away and never came back. I do not know where she is, but since then her beautiful city has been gripped by infertility.