I was waiting for the train to arrive at JFK… As it came around the corner the A at the front jumped out at me and Duke’s tune “A train” came to mind with which I happily enjoyed the ride into New York. A good start.
Well, guess what the name of the first New Yorker I met was…
ROBERT!! I had a good internal laugh as we chatted about NY, thinking about my first visit to the US with Logan in 98. There we establshed that every second male American is called BOB. Theory proven.
Good times with a guinness last night at St. Nick’s pub..
Today, a day remembering 9-11. An intense atmosphere hovered over Ground Zero and all the people gathered there to remember. A few crying. A lot demonstrating for peace.
The theories here about the attack are too numerous to count. Everybody at Ground Zero has his own.. I wonder myself how much we know about the truth of that day…
my mom and i visited Ground Zero in the summer of 2002…very sobering.
glad you’re state-side again.
Hi Sammy!
Oiso…das Bild mit der Brooklyn Bridge und Manhatten bei Nacht kenn ich von irgendwo, allerdings eine Aufnahme vor dem berühmt-berüchtigten 11. 9. 01…hab gerade ein paar Gedanken über Frieden ausgegraben…
“A man of peace is not a pacifist, a man of peace is simply a pool of silence. He pulsates a new kind of energy into the world, he sings a new song. He lives in a totally new way. His very way of live is that of grace, that of prayer, that of compassion. Whomsoever he touches, he creates more love-energy. The man of peace is creative. He is not against war, because to be against anything is to be at war. He is not against war, he simply understands why war exists. And out of that understanding he becomes peaceful. Only when there are many people who are pools of peace, silence, understanding, will the war disappear.”
…in this spirit I wish u all the best for your further travelling…
Lucia