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"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."  Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys  To Camil, the Naruro boy*  %*Actually Camil cannot read yet, so if someone doesn’t tell him about this, he’ll not know.  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 and stayed with me until today. The day of completing the last chapter. The day of bringing the thesis to an endc   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. After living and studying in Poland, Sweden, and Germany. It was France which conquered my heart. Yet, our love was laborious, demanding, and grueling. Exactly seven years now living in Paris. That journey, from a mute new expat to an eventually quite fluent (or let's use with impunity 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 being airy-fairy to becoming a serious mother.    That journey would not be the same without a couple of people met on its way. To Prof. André de Palma. Oh! I have already struck without even sending a warning signal. So yes, the first "Thank you" goes to this distinct, yet very particular, professor for being demanding the way he is and for making me stay in Paris after my master program ended up and my adult life began; Next, I send all my gratitude to all the Seventh EU Framework Program SustainCity Project members, mentioning Saif in particular, with whom I shared the desk at the E.N.S. Cachan office and without whom playing music at 7 P.M. while taking a break from work would not be fun otherwise.    No thesis would be accomplished without the following smaller and bigger personae. I am indebted to:  My international family: the Erasmus Mundus Program students who not only substituted my family but also perfectly complemented it, notably Alice for sending me nicely strong Karma coffee from the Laos mountains and lemongrass tea from Thailand to wind down from the coffee effect, Esfandiar, Yan, my Kabutar Mina for millions "miss you", "miss you" words!, my awe-inspiring friend Tara, and my little Chinese sister Guodi. This one’s for you. You probably know why.  My second international family for sharing the floor in the American Fondation:  my favorite dancing Rida for her never-failing optimism, my American Polish brother Mark Zaborowski, multitalented Baidy, and to Tierra for her writing talent who helped me scrape through my very first scientific paper.  Ana, the real fighter and the Taekwondo Master for "<3s" and accepting me as I am;  Gordon Bowker, Jerry Baldwin, Zev Siegl for founding Starbucks, so that we could find there a secondary office with Ana;  Meno, Vadim, godfather Marouene, Adams - the tektonic specialist and the best uncle, Hamza number one and Hamza number two, the rockets builder Heric, and finally the most talented and probably the youngest Senior Researcher from the Statistics Finland. Hi Henri.  Friends from Ifsttar and the DEST Laboratory:  Benoit for showing me how cool French people can be;  "Irritating" David who kept on reminding me not to take myself too seriously;  Katia, Christine, and Hoai-Thu, the Ifsttar super mothers!;  and the most original and the best coiffé Kevin from the Ifsttar cafeteria for providing the strong enough coffee.  Prof. Michel Bierlaire who let me join his team at the École Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne for a couple of months during my thesis and who gave me the chance to answer correctly maybe two out of his hundreds super challenging questions; and all the members of his team: always in trouble Yousef, Shadi, Marija, the genius Iliya, eating porridge at 4 P.M. Flurin, Antonin, running fast Tomas, Evantia, strong Riccardo, Anna, and Stefan.  My heroes:  Prof. Anselin who I never met in my life but who is responsible for my love to spatial analysis and whose work in many ways motivated this project;  My idol, Prof. LeSage who I had a tremendous honor to meet and to talk to about my research, whose comments helped clarify my own thinking, and who almost convinced me that Bayesian analysis is the remedy to all the World's problems;  Prof. Krzysztof Malaga, a definition of hard work and a great example to students.  Slowly heading to an end of dedication, I will definitely not forget to thank:   Nicolas, with whom looking for new ideas and writing articles was an unspeakable joy of creation, for staying attentive and excited after not closing an eye during a couple of nights. It is not an easy task to be a multi-task young father-researcher;  Matthieu, the best supervisor you could imagine to work with, to whom I have a huge respect for not only being a great professional mentor, but especially a great human;  Jean-Loup, the thesis director, whose encouragement and support of all my projects were essential;  and all the PhD Committee members for your time and patience while reading this thesis.  Finally, I am most deeply thankful to the closest ones:  My father, the best advice-giver and the fantastic professor, who installed within me a love of science, who encouraged me to change my study field from finance and banking to econometrics. Thank you for being stubborn enough at that moment of my life!;  My father (the same one) to whom I promised that I will never ever go for a PhD. He waited for a moment and said... "Oh yes, darling, you will";  My mom for her never-ever-ending support (literally), for these thousand Whatsapp, Facebook, gmail, phone... messages per day. Dziekuje!;  My grandma, the most energetic grandmother on Earth, I guess;  My older (and of course more clever) sister Kamila for being an inspiration in ALL the life domains;  The best-est Marta. A word "best" would not be enough in her case. Yyyyes!  Adel, the biggest Cyril Lignac eater, the worst swimmer and bike rider I've got to know, the most dedicated father, and the best husband. You are perfect to me.   ... and to Camil who decided to cheerfully teethe when I was trying to finish my thesis. To Camil, the Naruro boy without whose unvarying emotional realm of love and a constant smile this thesis would have been completed in half the time.   Love you guys.  After these couple of words worthy (or not) of your attention before the story even begins... 3,5 year that this thesis was in the making. Here're four chapters. Nearly everything I intended is in it, and still the thesis is not full. I cried, I hurt, I tried, I failed, and I failed again, and I learnt. Good and bad ideas are in it along with only a little bit of despondency and enormous pleasure of discovering. Here're four chapters through which I tried to briefly and gracefully communicate four things. Each chapter tells one story. All the stories create an image which I could definitely keep on painting further. But let's close it for now and let's raise the curtains. Dear Director Sergio Arzeni,