Do you see that little apartment in the second floor? Just behind the tree. Yes that one. Imagine you would live there.
You would feel like in the apartment of Ted and Marshall in How I met you mother or like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
You would wake up every morning with the sun tickling on your nose through the wodden blinds. It smells of Indian curry as your neighbour likes to cook early in the morning, the window is half open and the cat from next door is sneeking in, walking on your sheets and yawning the exhausting night away.
The sound of a built up area prevents you from falling asleep again. You brew yourself a watery coffee which contents no coffein at all, but you drink it every morning cause it tastes good.
You take a cold shower which washes all the morning heat of the city summer away.
The Puerto Rican couple next door is having a fight again. You are used to their fights.
You get ready for work and put comfi shoes on while you have your office shoes in your bag. On the way to work you grab a bagle and a coffee at the coffee shop you go every morning. “ I wish you a very nice day, my dear.” You wish the cute guy serving you the coffee a nice day, too.
Or in my case a sweet old Greek lady.
When you let yourself fall into the walking crowd in the metro station you grab yourself a free newspaper, try to find a free seat and read through the news of the city. Or you don’t and you enjoy watching the people in the tube and invent stories where they might come from and where they might go.
For lunch you take something with you from last night and sit yourself down in a little park in Manhattan. Surrounded by buildings high as mountains, feeling the fresh brize from the ocean which is not far but not visible either.
All these important looking people chatting, laughing, calling, running, eating. In the middle of the park on the only part with gras – a homeless sleeping all these people away.
How much the value of one Gucci shoe of that man there may be? And how much this single shoe could help the homeless sleeping on the ground? A city full of contrasts, that’s for sure.
Rocked by the swaying of the train you are gently falling asleep in the metro. Everyone is. When people sleep, they look they children again. Surrounded by sleeping people in the noisy and shaky metro, I feel like in Kindergarten again. Everyone is sleeping. The homeless next to the mother and her child, on her shoulder a business guy exhausted from all the numbers, next to him an old lady with lots of shoppingbags and in the corner that girl.
When you arrive home from work, you slip out of your business clothes and into comfi ones. Feel the wooden floor underneath your hurting feet.
You go to that little grocery shop next door. The Asian looking lady is greeting you friendly like every day when you leave. At home you cook your favourite meal and listen to your favourite music, the cat is walking around between your feet. Waiting for something to drop down.
Before you go to bed, you sit on that very fire escape. Maybe you read something and enjoy the mumbling voices from the street underneath. Just imagine…
Love C.
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