Few days ago I returned from my trip to the USA. I was planning to write a detailed report about this wonderful experience. And even wrote the draft. But looks like it is too boring and I am far from a storyteller-novelist, so I chose to show my sketches and tell short stories. If anybody is interested, I will maybe go into details.
The flight was 4 hours delayed.
And yes, I had time to draw the bar counter in the airport.
Manhattan. This island is a high voltage battery. I do not know how it works, but it gives you energy to run all around the place with no rest.
I have a Manhattan travel guide with me. And I wander around, looking into my book at times. I have never been strong in the tourism business: I can not listen to the guide for more then 5 minutes, I never remember the dates and dimensions of monuments, group walking makes me crazy as bird, locked in a cage.
I do it differently. Listening. Watching. Breathing. Manhattan is amazing. It smells of expensive perfume, cars exhausts, sausages, Chinese and Indian spices, green trees, wind, ocean, its flavor is unique. Sounds ... Horns of nervous taxi drivers, subway noise, conversations in all languages of the world, music from the parks, laughter and cameras clicks.
This well-organized chaos fascinates me, and I keep walking, forgetting to eat and relax and return to my place when it is already dark, ready to walk and walk and walk non stop...