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Three aspects of Manhattan and a glimpse of Life
I can literally stroll around for hours and just soak in the atmosphere in my surrounding. That is probably the best feeling in the world; to have time for thinking, reflecting and seizing my visions, accepting today’s challenges and tomorrows changes, thus new people will step in to life and new ties will be made, new thoughts will be born and disputes may blemish personality.
Many thoughts were buzzing in my head as I – step by step (literally speaking) – walked from Grand Central Station down the Park Avenue Street on W 41st heading westbound and soon to Empire State Building. While standing in front of a crowded entrance, I tried to locate nearest Starbucks, which gladly (and not surprisingly) were just across the street on the same side of Empire State Building. Standing in the queue made me think of the ignorance I always had when passing Espresso House back home in Sweden. Sulky youngsters and non-affordable coffee lattemacchinatochino’s are now replaced by skilled youngster Baristas with lots of energy and smiling faces, portraying the magnificence and prominence of the Big Apple in one single shot of espresso in a tall cup of ice, topped with caramel sauce and a little (but not much) blessed air of Colombian $16 (or something)/lb coffee, which probably is their coffee of choice when crushing those beans (which I only could hear, but not see) in the coffee bean crushing machine. However, the coffee and I went out from the cooled air at Starbucks to a crowded Fifth Avenue and 32nd street.
Strolling southbound to the Flatiron Building, where people as always where standing and trying to fit in the odd shaped building while pushing the camera buttons. A guy tried to jump up the orange road cone but failed and got my attention when he said something in Italian. I then continued on Broadway down to Union Square, where Farmer’s market was crowded with the people from the Greenwich Village people and their half mile long street market. My iced caramel coffee had been slurped long time ago, and the heat transformed me into a radar, scanning for a diner. The diner was soon found on Greenwich Avenue. Some Bulls Bar or something like that, serving those big fat burgers with a pound of Burger King-tasting fries. After a burger and some fries plus a Corona and twenty-something well-spent dollars, I walked out and left the male waiter a chunk of my fries and at least 20% for tips. I also repeated the text which was printed on the back of his T-shirt for myself: “If you are what you eat, then I am fast, cheap and easy”.
This was the first half of my day in Manhattan. Now you’re probably wondering what happened next?
Well, let’s just sum it up by formulating something nice…
Arbitrariness is apparent, but good luck and continuous prosperity is too much to ask. That is my resolution from my day long journey through a hot, humid and crowded Manhattan. 