31/05 - NY

The building were I stayed was on 96th and Broadway. New York was in the middle of a heat wave, and I had no other choice than sleeping with all the windows open every night. 24 hours a day, I was exposed to heavy traffic noise, sounds of street fights, sirens and all other sounds you find in a city of this size. I took the boat to Staten Island. you'd expect one to feel very at ease there, away from the big city, in a quiet suburb. But it was just that what gave me a very strange feeling. I couldn't stand the silence, my heart rate went up, I started sweating and I felt very uncomfortable. From the diner where I was eating a burger, you could see the Manhattan skyline, and I just HAD to go back there, because this feeling was getting increasingly worse. I felt like a bee that has gotten too far away from his beehive called Manhattan. I got so used to the citylife, I couldn't stand this boring peaceful place. I knew this was about to happen one day, because this sort of panicattacks run in the family, I just never expect it to happen in a cute little diner on a tree lined suburban street...

this is the first picture I took when I got back on Manhattan, I threw away all the photo's I made on Staten Island.