From New York II

New York is a city associated with hope. A city which I came to love for its unique combination of history and forward vision. A city which similarly to Prague you can roam around a hundred times but still discover thousands of astonishing details, which you have never noticed before. A city pulsating with life both day and night. A city full of “can’s and cant’s“ overflowing emotions, rushing feelings, the big City. I dawdle through the Manhattan streets looking at people running around who seem to have the present mode switched off. They are pursuing their targets which lie in front of them or escaping their past that keeps chasing them because they want to cut free from it. In their haste they don’t realise that they live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Manifold crowds flow past me: people who are fat and thin, tall, short, black, white, Asians, models and homeless, students and street fortune tellers, managers, who popped out for sushi during the lunch break, rich, poor, well or casually dressed, lunatics, vendors, messiahs with smelly feet and artists. New York is an ideal place for transformation which in itself brings pain because something old is dying as well as joy since something new is being born. This pain is washed away by the bustle of the city, its bizarreness, the sea, smell of food and expensive perfumes. I can feel throughout all of my body that I am in the right place at the right time. I am exactly where I should be. In some way here overseas I feel at home.

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