Lise was the perfect host. And I am not gonna talk about the nice room with a gorgeous view into the green of Pere Lachaise cemetry, or about the little details (sweets, handwritten instructions, a shared refrigerator etc.) that tells you a warm welcome. I want to talk about how she did care about me in the awful time when Paris was affected by those inhuman attacks. Together with some fellows of the airbnb Open I was stucked in a bar as the organizers had been recommending not to go out on the streets. About 1pm I received some WhatApps messages I will never delete...Georg, where are you??? Are you okay??? ...Georg, could you text me back please? I am very worried...Take a taxi to come HOME. So this is why I love airbnb. Could you ever imagine to receive such careness by a hotel? Back in Lise´s flat I have recognized that a close friend of her was at the concert and consequently hurt by some bomb-splits in his breast. In the meanwhile he is on the way of recovery. But it really touched me when Lise was including me, an unknown stranger, in her thoughts during those crictical moments. Lise, you are not only a host, you are my Parisian hero.