Last night I took a walk with a friend towards lower Manhattan. It was
not the absence of traffic, or the silence, or the new skyline trying to
emerge from smoke and horror and shame that stuck to my mind, but the
strong feeling that all people around me were having the same though,
maybe in different languages. Eyes were searching other eyes and they
were all saying the same thing, in the same language.
For most places this is indeed unusual, for New York in particular.
--
Regards, Andu
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