The 14th of July, 1993, my family was leaving Europe to conquer the Americas. Where else to start from? New York! No one paragraph could even start describing half of the quarter of the beginning of the hope of a description of that city of wonders. New York has more sides to it than an ocean has waves. Some sides are appealing and unforgettable, others yet are sad and unfair. I was lucky enough to live on the 25th floor of an apartment in the upper East Side of Manhattan. As good as it gets. Going back to New York feels like home to me now, the anchor we set to the New World. The great city of all dreams smiled at me once, and makes me smile at every glance of it.
