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It was at the Karlstad University library in the year 2008 when the light bulb moment struck. The Anselin's book on spatial analysis came into my hands.   6 years living in Paris. That journey, from mute new expat to quite fluent French speaker, is the frame from which I parse the xxx in my xxx thesis.   Learning French is difficult. Not only because of the grammar and the many exceptions to the rule  wrote the thesis while pregnant with my first baby.  It never crossed my mind that I'd go live in another country. But as unlikely as it was, once I went, I never looked back.   Learning French was difficult. Oh believe me. Not only because of the grammar and the many exceptions to the rule.  Finding myself in France was much easier.  3,5 year that this thesis was in the making  7 years living in Paris. 3,5 year that this thesis was in the making. That journey, from mute new expat to (finally!) quite fluent (or let's rather say O.K.) French speaker,   from new ... to ...,  from knowing nobody to saying Hi! to all the "boulangers" and butchers on your street,   from a best-parties organizer at the Cité U. to becoming a mother,  is the frame from which I (parse) the xxx in my xxx thesis.  wrote the thesis while pregnant with my first boy.   ...  (after this short) writing worthy of your attention before the story even begins  after this short   writing worthy of your attention before the story even begins Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and still the box is not full.. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts- the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation. And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.  You know how it is. You pick up a book, flip to the dedication, and find that, once again, the author has dedicated a book to someone else and not to you. Not this time. To Camil, the Naruro boy without whose never-failing emotional realm of love and a constant smile this thesis would have been completed in half the time.  (("Heart of a Goof" by P.G. Wodehouse.   "To my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time."))  "Heart of a Goof" by P.G. Wodehouse.   "To to André who made me stay in Paris after  my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy Master Program.  to Nathalie who showed me what means working hard.  to Saif. with whom we shared the desk at the E.N.S. Cachan office  and encouragement this book with whom playing music at 9 P.M. while taking a break from work  would have been finished in half the time." not be fun otherwise.    to Benoit  to David    to André who made me stay in Paris after my Master Program.  to       to Alice for sending me nicely strong coffee from Wietnam and lemon-grass tea from Cambodge to wind down from the coffee effect.     to Tierra   to Tara  to Ana   to Piotr for being the most optimistic person I got the chance to know.  to Prof. Michel Bierlaire who gave me the chance to answer correctly maybe two out of his hundreds super challenging questions while     to Matthieu    in \textbf{boldface}, \textit{italic}, and yes, math too: $E = mc^{2}$! Add images by drag'n'drop or click on the "Insert Figure" button.