25 Kasım – 2 Aralık 2012 tarihlerinde yolumuz tekrar New York’ta kesişti. Sandy kasırgasının yaralarını silmeye çalışan kentin temposu her zamanki gibi başdöndürücüydü. Fotoğraflar yakında burada…

There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.

Simone De Beauvoir

New Jersey’den Manhattan’ın büyülü silueti
New York’a gelip Central Park’ta dolaşmamak olmaz…

There are roughly three New Yorks.

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. […] Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.

– E.B. White, Here is New York

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