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from being airy-fairy to becoming a serious mother.
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
people, 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: personae. I am indebted to:
To my My international family: the Erasmus Mundus Program
people students who not only substituted my family but also perfectly complemented it,
and in particular, to notably/especially, Alice for sending me nicely strong Karma coffee from the Laos mountains and lemongrass tea from Thailand to wind down from the coffee effect,
to Esfandiar,
to Yan,
to my Kabutar Mina for millions "miss you", "miss you" words!,
to my awe-inspiring friend Tara, and my Chinese little sister Guodi. This one’s for you. You probably know why.
To my My second international family for sharing the floor in the American Fondation:
to
my favorite dancing Rida for her never-failing optimism,
to my American Polish brother Mark Zaborowski,
to multitalented Baidy, and to Tierra for her writing talent who helped me struggle through my very first scientific paper.
To my Anja, Ana, the real fighter and the Taekwondo Master for "<3s" and accepting me as I am;
To
Gordon Bowker, Jerry Baldwin, Zev Siegl for founding Starbucks, so that we could
work find there
a secondary office with
Anja;
to Ana;
Meno,
to Vadim,
to godfather Marouene,
to Adams, Adams - the tektonic specialist and the best uncle,
to Hamza number one and Hamza number two,
to the rockets builder Heric, and finally
to the most talented and probably the youngest Senior Researcher from the Statistics Finland. Hi Henri.
To people Friends from Ifsttar and the Laboratory DEST:
to
Benoit for showing me how cool French people can be;
to "super "Super irritating" David for teaching me how to have a bigger distance to myself, who kept on reminding me not to take myself too seriously;
to
Katia, Christine, and Hoai-Thu, the Ifsttar super mothers!;
to and the most original and the best coiffée X from the Ifsttar cafeteria for providing the strong enough coffee.
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 who gave me the chance to answer correctly maybe two out of his hundreds super challenging
questions questions; and
to 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, Ana, and Stefan.
To my My heroes:
to
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;
to my My idol, Prof. LeSage who I had a tremendous honor to meet and talk to about my research, whose comments helped clarify my own thinking, and who almost
persuaded convinced me that Bayesian analysis is the remedy to all the World's problems;
to
Prof. Krzysztof Malaga, a definition of hard work and a great example to the students.
To Nicolas, with whom looking for new ideas and writing articles was an unspeakable joy of creation, for staying super attentive and excited after not closing an eye during a couple of nights. Not an easy task to be a multi-task young father-researcher.
To 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.
Finally, I am most deeply
indebted thankful to the closest ones:
to my My father, the best advice-giver and the fantastic professor, who install 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
in of my life!;
to my 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";
to my My mom for her never-ever-ending support (literally), for these thousand Whatsapp, Facebook, gmail, phone... messages per day. Dziekuje!;
to my My grandma, the most energetic
grandma grandmother on
earth, Earth, I guess;
to my My older (and of course more clever) sister Kamila for being an inspiration in ALL the life domains;
to the The best-est Marta.
"Best" A word "best" would not be enough in her case. Yyyyes!
to
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 (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 fail again, and I learnt. Good and bad ideas are in it,
pleasure of discovering, along with only a little bit of
despondency. despondency and enormous pleasure of discovering. Here're four chapters through which I tried to
quickly briefly and gracefully communicate four things. Each chapter tells one story. All the stories create an image which definitely could be further being painted.
So let the story begins...
...
in \textbf{boldface}, \textit{italic}
(("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."))
((indescribably))
((indescribable joy of creation.))
((And on top of these are all the gratitude I have for you.))
