(I wont spend much time online here, just consider this a short note-taking diary – I might fill it in properly later if I feel compelled to. Or not.)
Airport: Guy tells me that the US is a whole different country after 9/11. Another guy gives me a schnaps. Eat the worst hamburger in the world.
Airplane: Plan world domination. Get cold feet (literally, the floor is freezing). Everybody else is watching Batman.
New York itself: I live on Duke Ellington boulevard. How cool is that? And why doesn’t Reykjavik have street names like that? Haukur Morthens boulevard has a nice ring to it …
People I meet:
The quirky girl at the desk,
The German psychology major-to-be,
The Austrian nurse who loved Momo and Herman Hesse,
Dane, the Minnesota dude who is the local god of cards,
A British night-guard who’s writing stuff for medical publications and opposes the EU.
And Liliana, the Brazilian master of cards.
And then I listened to a a guy with a funny hat play Springsteen. Good times.