beetrock

Ahh New York, New York, I am definitely here. All of my sleepy misconceptions about my location on planet Earth were erased this morning when my A train got evacuated because of some “crime suspect in the last car.” After battling the labyrinths of Broadway Nassau with crowds of fellow Big Applers, I got to another train and arrived to work half an hour late.  I couldn’t help but feel slightly provincial coming from tiny Budapest. As my 2 express was speeding through stations I thought that perhaps when I come back next, I will have that scared and resigned-to-unpredictable-and-cruel- fate look that New York tourists often have when traveling via subway. Let’s hope not!