New York – I’ve got bruises on my knees for you.

Imagine that you just came from a trip, five days camping in Swedish forests, no living soul to see besides your travel partner. Only birds and early sunlight to wake you in the morning, no hurrying, no worrying.

You take a plane of a couple of hours and suddenly you’re dropped in the complete opposite situation: New York. Fire trucks rushing down the streets every five minutes, steam coming out of holes in the pavement. People everywhere, non-stop, 24/7, talking, running, yelling and calling. Buildings – small, big, tall, old, new – everywhere, casting shadows on the pavement. Neon light. Continue reading