from New York
Part 1: East Coast to West Coast
"It's the best weather we've had here in months!",
Nir said as we were leaving JFK airport in his car, heading
for my first encounter with New York city.
It was Saturday afternoon,
cold but very bright and cheerful, the sun was about to set,
and I was excited and numb both at the same time.
Just some hours ago I had
packed my bags in an hotel in San Francisco, where I had woken
up bright and early when it was still dark outside. After
checking out I had sat at the empty half-lit lobby waiting
for the airport shuttle to arrive, saying goodbye in my heart
to all the people I had met here, breathing in deep trying
to get myself prepared for the next adventure.
In the plane, I had watched the take-off through the small
round window just when the sun was coming up, remembering
the Golden Gate Bridge right at sunset, when all skies were
painted red, and had fallen asleep to these memories... a
good two-hour sleep to get me from one end of the United Sates
to the other - San Francisco to New York. East Coast to West
And now I was there. In New
"You know me", I
said to Nir in response, not looking at him but gazing through
the car window, exploring my new surrounding. "I always
travel with the sun... or better yet - the sun is traveling
We drove through the ghettos of Brooklyn, endless rows of
train-buildings, all looking the same, long rectangle buildings
built with brown bricks and square windows, one after one,
it looked so grim to me, somewhat disturbing, suffocating.
"Let's go see Manhattan,"
I pleaded. At normal times I would be interested in the dark
gloomy side just as I would be in the flashy, beautiful and
touristy one. But at that moment in time those sights were
a little too much for me to bare.
So we made our way to the
heart of New York - Manhattan.
Part 2: Just
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