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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 andit  stayed with me until today. The day of completing the last chapter. The day of bringing the thesis to an end.  ((Learning French was difficult. Oh believe me. Not only because of the grammar and the many exceptions to the rule.))  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 After living  and the many exceptions to the rule.  Finding myself studying  in Poland, Sweden, Spain, and Germany. It was  France who conquered my heart. Yet, our love  was much easier. laborious, demanding, and grueling. Exactly  7 years now  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 with impunity use a word  O.K.) French speaker, from knowing nobody to saying Hi! to all the "boulangers" and butchers on my street,   from wolfing down donuts to relishing the French Pâtisserie with a capital letter,  from new ... to ...,  from knowing nobody to saying Hi! to all the "boulangers" being single  and butchers on your street,   from a best-parties organizer at the Cité U. independent  to becoming a mother, is the frame from which I (parse) the xxx in my xxx thesis.  
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wrote the thesis while pregnant with my first boy.   ...  (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. 
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to Prof. Krzysztof Malaga, a definition of hard work and a great example to the students.  to Prof. LeSage who I had a huge tremendous  honor to talk to to Prof. Michel Bierlaire who let me join his fantastic team at the École Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne for a couple of months during my thesis and to who gave me the chance to answer correctly maybe two out of his hundreds super challenging questions.    
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  and to my best-est Marta. Yyyyes!  to Adel, the biggest Cyril Lignac eater, the best car driver I've got to know, and the most dedicated father  my sister Kam. Kamila.  my mom.   my father (yes, once again him!). (after this short) writing worthy of your attention before the story even begins  3,5 year that this thesis was in the making. 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.          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. \textit{italic}