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Strolling along the streets of Paris, I can't help recalling the lines of Charles Dickens describing the scenes of this city. Street sleepers, beggars and refugees are seen everywhere. Their eyes are blank and empty. Some turn into crime and are looking for their preys. It is no longer safe to be at the streets or in the metro in this city of affluent poverty.
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