Mancano appena tre settimane al ritorno al belpaese, neanche a dirlo il tempo vola, mentre il blog un po' piange, ho perso un po' di ispirazione dall'ultimo viaggio o anche solo dall'ultimo post. Ritmi frenetici o ripetitivi, malumori più o meno passeggeri, calo del turismo? O forse il lato dello writer has left the place of human rights activist.
nonsense aside, there shall be locked in ' internship New York, less time to wander (statue of liberty as a fundamental part things have been done), more time to study and tesizzare, long time on the media. Perhaps for the hours spent on bus and subway is a bit 'less the desire to explore, especially at night, which I would not mind having the reputation of the city for great music. Can not go out at night during the week, given the hour and a half of road that separates Manhattan from the green lanes of Little Neck, Queens far east - me Forgive Orientalism. It is definitely a provincial dimension, far away from the buildings ultimate and bustle of Midtown.
Then, it is this knowledge that we are all close to hang out with. Making friends, at least more thorough, is not among the things easier and more immediate. It did not seem to have much weight anyway. In any case, a couple of weeks ago I saw Harry Potter in 3D (bleah!) and a jazz concert brazilian (wow!) Village in the heart of Saturday night. One thing I would do at least once, to see something in Williamsburg, which all claim to be at the epicenter of world indie rock and alternative and bla bla bla.
To take the means, for the week as if it were natural. Automat isms and ordered chaos, with the last contact which dates back to the Par 
igi-2005 centuries ago, seem to belong to genetically multietnicissimi inhabitants of Queens - Chinese Latinos , Indian, African and some whitish. I, too, fortunately I learned to sleep both standing up and sitting on the metro Q30 Little Neck, and on the subway to Manhattan. Alternatives there are a lot of reading, listening to music (if you do not break the bud) , people-watch or have pictures (but maybe two months is a bit 'boring), fix the vacuum. But the risk of the rhythm of obsessing semaphores is too large. At the beginning, and in the past in other cities, I thought they were the traffic lights to decide how it will astrologically the day: the greenest in a row, more radiant you. However, the semaforologia tend only to give disastrous weather in New York, where the average is one every street lights. And neither is good for getting angry with the traffic light just turned red, you risk a nervous breakdown. Much better than daydreaming or having some paranoia at this point.
of your daily routine also includes the entrance to the Empire State Building. First meeting, after having crossed hateful hordes of tourists at the gates, friendly staff persistently ask if you want to go see New York high - no thanks, I work here - answer every day. Then enter the revolving doors, where the first employee usually Latin gives you the first 'Welcome to the Empire State Building ", which is repeated immediately after the entrance and again at check-in security ( rather bland). We have the pleasure of hospitality as well liberty
when you go to the cigarette fumarti entrance of the building, entrance and exit. Mysticism experience is crowned from the central building, divided into four spaces each with ten lifts, each with its number of floors, and where you can also see (and hold) the interactive map of marble lifts that mu Ovono up and down.
Thirty-four beeps later, Starbucks coffee with ice and straw, we are ready to fateful 9-18.
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