New York you know before coming. Initially, The difficult thing is to find something that surprises you. This natural city goes even better than in the photos and is so aware of it that it does not care to hide its many defects. Zero makeup. There they are Large rats as otter walking through the subway, Those hooked to fentanil and sunset sun drooling on skyscrapers. The Colleja Shot Film stars, The dirty water they call coffee and the crazy people of Times Square that announce the end of the world. Also the energy of fierce, The masses jogging with a Starbucks in the hand, Yellow taxis and those lovely fire stairs that do not lead anywhere. You have seen so many films that there is not much disappointment or surprise because, As I said at the beginning, almost everything is how you imagine.
The New York you ask is the one that comes to you, There are no aliexpress or place versions for returns. And that sometimes generates a certain restlessness and even distrust. You threw the product, You throw the instruction book, (Total ... for what? If you know how it works), You travel the city, compare with the catalog (check, check, check…) And you see nothing to complain about. And almost a little fucks you, So much reliability becomes unreal and to reduce some charm to the matter. Nor Alicia Keys reminding you a thousand times in Buche prevents you sometimes from having to pinch to remember that you are really here and not in front of a screen with a popcorn package in your hand. That said, Then the days go by, You are staining a little city and discover that you have to review some things.
Nor Alicia Keys reminding you a thousand times in Buche prevents you sometimes from having to pinch to remember that you are really here and not in front of a screen with a popcorn package in your hand
It is not as big as it seems, The alleged capital of the world is quite approachable. Canija can even be compared to Cairo, São Paulo, Mexico City or any of those Asian megaurbes. The routes of more than an hour are rare, The crowds are not so much and can be survived without a car thanks to that subway full of roña that works open day and night. This city to the minimum that can be done or even third world and teaches you gardens in which people get barefoot to read or feel to play chess or parchís, Fruit street markets are frequent, There are whole neighborhoods that smell of gasoline and chili with meat and in which small trade survives under the nails of the buildings.
You can hear the birds sing and it is not uncommon for you to cross a squirrel. A Harlem (where I live) There are bottles and old grooves on the stairs and next to my house opens a laundry in whose door the neighbors put each afternoon to chat. I look at them from my window, They seem to have all the time in the world while watching their dirty underpants around.
Real New York, They are very few or we may actually be, millions of palettes opposing with greater or lesser effort to win a fixed place on this site. This has been for centuries and so it is still. The city is crowded with provisional people, that comes from all corners of the empire. For a month, three months, or whole decades. Waves of immigrants who previously crossed the Atlantic with a handful of rags and full of lice, Now they arrive in American Airlines with their is in hand To learn languages, to do a master's degree, get a Green card or knead a squad of money.
Brand new life and tell it, clear. Everything sounds much better if you say you have done it in New York, and There is some shameful pleasure in pronouncing words like Brooklyn, Manhattan, Broadaway o Madison Square Garden With the familiarity with which you would say real source or wide square… And you may have traveled through the world, But I recognize it; If I don't watch, The saliva palate full of pride and nonsense every time I say “we can see the 5 Piem en Central Park ”¡Oich!
If I don't watch, The saliva palate full of pride and nonsense every time I say “we can see the 5 eg en Central Park
When people come the first thing they do is get to live in their litters surrounded by compatriots. Here is always a littlealgo, Not only the classic Littles Italian or Chainatowns etc, Those are up to fashion, Below them pushes an identity magma that ascends from all corners of the planet, Litle Burkina, Little Bangladesh, Little Corea, Little Senegal… For a madman of diversity like me, This is a caramel store: There is a little for each country, Little Pakistan, Little Brazil, Litle Burkina ... an impressive sample of the human assortment exposed on avenues as grid shelves. In each street there are about one hundred compatriots who have decided to come together to reproduce their local life in New York, Follow your standards, eat your food, and speak in their bad tongue of the new compatriots who arrive. In New York you can travel on a day from Ghana to Puerto Rico, going through Beijing, Ukraine or Mexico City. The closest to a contemporary Babel in which (only sometimes) people remember speaking the same language.
Because after making sure to be well surrounded by congeners, the second concern of newcomers is to learn English. But the surprising thing is that people seem to give a little the same as you speak. There are "New York" that have been here for years and hardly male Globish, a kind of incomprehensible English that is spoken half with the will and half with the hands. Here everyone is extremely tolerant with the guards that I do with their language and that excites me, I do not deny it. This is New York, chico!-don't worry about that!, A student told me when- exhausted after a class- I asked if someone had understood something he had said. Equal, I have understood you!- He repeated. I lacked little to cry and hug her right there, Instead, I left another Speech babbling with more than ten phrasal verbs invented and left there convinced that languages ??are actually just a hindrance, unnecessary scars between understanding and people and that after all the AI ??or telepathy will fix all this pod.
There are "New York" that have been here for years and hardly male Globish, a kind of incomprehensible English that is spoken half with the will and half with the hands.
That feeling assaults you sometimes, Then you see how between Globish and Real English opens a ditch of more than one zero in salaries and the euphoria is lowered a bit. In exchange for my horrible accent, I glad they introduce me in each class as "Enrique Voquerizo", “Henry Voquerizer”, “Domingo Vocairizou” o “Mister Henry fron Spain”. Little price seems to be for this life without a proposition.
There are absurd festivities for each day of the year, The zero zone of capitalism is delivered to any excuse to fill its streets of drunk people. Hat a hat for Easter, Put an mask for the Chinese New Year or get to the bars in San Patricio, Globalization also offers a thousand inclusive opportunities for a city without relevant traditions. This country is so new that any fashion becomes tradition and an anecdote in history. Here you can not admire monuments but to recognize photograms and edit them to produce your own film. Sometimes it reminds me of an empty container to which you can throw any ingredient but ends up paying reasonably, like those pokehs of colored salads that eat the office workers in the parks.
Since we are: The food, Another topic. If you let yourself take a little you return to Spain rolling, Sodium glutamate floods posters throughout the city, Chillonas photos with trucaded pizza colors, bright hamburgers and those food carts throughout the city green and. The fact is that you spend all day eating. The food enters you through the eyes of Photoshop and then slips you through the digestive system by putting everything lost with fat: tacos, quesadillas, kebabs, falafels, Bars of eggs of egg and bacon, donuts colorinescos, And those wonderful kaatz pastrami sandwiches!. City (Always inclusive) Not having its own gastronomy enthusiast. Restaurants do not close all day so you can dock at all hours, Normally standing. Surprisingly in general people seem to be in good shape. The concerns, Endless careers and work schedules drain cholesterol at full rag. The other day an old woman told me almost with sorrow that television was doing a dent, that people now ate healthier and that they no longer looked "fat people and kind Like in Old Times".
The other day an old woman told me almost with sorrow that television was doing a dent, that people now ate healthier and that they no longer looked "fat people and kind Like in Old Times"
Trump, It is what unites almost the entire city. The official villain of Gotham City. With just the 30% of the votes, The peculiar personality of its president fills the Internet and conversations. New York is one of the antitrumpist redoubts that resists in the country. Here is proud that character of Cultural Island “Trump, Don't worry this is New York, chico!”.
It is curious that it is also New York. Every Saturday I go to a language exchange group that takes place in the front courtyard of Trump Tower. The city forced him to give that space for public use. That patio and the building bathrooms, So every time we are going to pier. Thus Chinese, Uzbecos, Burmens, Ukrainians, some illegal Central American ... Everyone free or oppressed uses Trump's toile.
New York in general are surprisingly friendly, except the taxi drivers (But that's a separate guild). People are direct and somewhat rough but they serve you and laugh strongly through the streets. There have already been a couple of times when they have taken me by car when asking about an address, Just because a couple of years ago someone had done it with them. To invest in karma. No one seems to care what you do. Almost nobody asks. An ideal place to hide here for a while, lick wounds and bury crimes or memories.
New York at night return to their houses., I've never seen a city with so many people sleeping in the subway. The true king of the city is Bad Bunny. Omnipresent in every corner of New York.
You will be some fourteen years old, He doesn't wear shoes, But among the fingers like a pen there is always a tube to sniffed methamphetamine
Every day I see a boy circling the neighborhood. You will be some fourteen years old, He doesn't wear shoes, But among the fingers like a pen there is always a tube to sniffed methamphetamine. You can barely articulate word and stir the garbage cubes. Almost nobody seems to import him.
Only a few months go and I'm still opening the box, But that new york of confirmations and surprises is already a place I can call home.
