I have the feeling that I was born in Vienna in order to live in Paris.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My parents were not born in Vienna, but they had spent much of their lives there, having each come to the city at the beginning of World War I when they were still very young.
I live in Paris but I feel I am a daughter of Europe.
I was born in Vienna on November 7, 1929, eleven years after the multiethnic Austro-Hungarian Empire fell apart following its defeat in World War I.
I've lived in Paris. I've lived in the Slovak Republic. I've spent extensive time in England, and I've traveled all over Europe.
I was born in France. I grew up in Africa.
I was born an only child in Vienna, Austria. My father found hours to sit by me by the library fire and tell fairy stories.
I was born in Paris and raised in the suburbs and then lived in the countryside.
I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.
I was born in Romania and later lived in Vienna, Austria, for a few years, and I eventually made my way over to New York in '95.
I stayed three weeks in Paris, fell in love with the city, and decided that I was born to live in Paris.