April in Paris has nothing in May in New York. Spring of the city occurs where everything happens here: not at all, then at the same time. Fourcetia sneaks into Crossstown buses deviating across Central Park, and dares narcissus on dogs, from each tree bed, to do the worst they have. Magnolias opens their petals to boast of luxuriously luxurious. Cherry blush trees throughout the city. In Park Avenue, tulips be out, organized and abundant, because it is in Corner Delis and Bodegas, its legs will cool behind the heavy plastic curtains. Long branches of the pollen pimples of pavement oak, dust, parked green gold. Birdong, Jackhammers, sneezing, season sounds.
Now moving animals and boredom. From Wickfield to Totfille, the indigenous members of the hibernation to the sun are established on Stooops and seats. Winter coats are deeply stuffed in very small tanks. Building crews every neighborhood. Stadiums scream to life. In adolescence, a stumbling block on the back and a kiss on the corners of the streets. The city, forever, remembers the rush, and its pace, how to hire, to Sonter. Do you believe that Yanxiz The first month started in their department, and Mets In them? the grits Open and a pamphlet again. Odera McDonald In Broadway, Mama Rose’s singing. This is the optimistic time, when the New York reduces and not compensated in the shortest-week-filling of cups, when this city is associated with us to get more richer or poorer, by choosing or by chance, renew our covenants.
New York: Centennial Case
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Covered by Christophe Niman
A hundred years ago, when this magazine was established, Chrysler Building Not yet built. The old Waldorf-CTORIA is still standing along Fifth Avenue Street, which is now home to the Empire State building. Greenwich village was thick with activists, artists and Anarkians. Harlem was the renaissance. So, really, the entire city was. Between the beginning of the century and the beginning of the great depression, the population doubled, which made New York the largest city in the world. A four -room apartment was rented in Chelsea for forty dollars per month, which, if you do mathematics, is working on less than eight hundred dollars today. Do not do mathematics.
New York was its own attractiveness. He still does, whatever rent. Other cities have a better infrastructure, a lower number of mice, cleaner streets, abundant toilets, and more elbow room. However, people are still flowing here. They come to make art, money, problems, love and name. They remain because they can imagine that they are not anywhere else. These are the legends of the city, Frank Sinatra The version that plays on the field after running the ninth house. However, because it is true – because the “basic fever” in New York, like EB White It is called, through bankruptcy, terrorist attacks, epidemics and epidemics, times of prosperity and bust.
New York adheres to a set of Niotonian laws. For every complaint that someone filed about the city, another person has an equal and opposite complaint. New York is very fast. . (The next train comes in eighteen minutes.) It is very empty. In the sky, the apartments in the billionaire row towers sit in lethargy while their owners register one of their other homes, thousands of miles away. It is very full. In the past three years, more than two hundred thousand Immigrants have resorted here. Under the ground, women who came from the only homes that were known, thousands of miles away, walking from the metro to the metro car, selling gums, chewing and candy, and infants are linked to their backs. Eric AdamsAnd that last year made the history of New York in the competitive category of executive corruption by becoming the first sitting mayor being accused of federal charges, claiming they would “destroy” the city, yet the city is still standing.
Remember what was here? It is a favorite New Yorker game. We hate to see our own maps written. Favorite righteous barbecue, Bagel Store all night that has become a mobile store. The recession is not in the nature of the place. The city in the movement remains in the movement. Sometimes the change is for the better. Paid family vacation and 3- k, fertilizer boxes and congestion: finally, and amen!
Other changes are alive. On the last day, the passengers who took the Bruklin Train to Manhattan discovered that it had turned, like something from OvidOn the G train to Queens, without there being an incomprehensible violation of the headphones. Passenger, who break the benign ignorance agreement here for privacy, has turned to each other. The fate and the urban transport authority were cursed. Uber was called. Then, finally, Manhattan rose across the eastern river, and all the chrome and fog of smoke were drifting from forest fires that suffocate New Jersey, and the crazy place was completely forgiven again.
There is no greater pleasure in this city of observation, and you can do this for free. A group of girls in high schools set by their red shirts for the soft ball like Kennedy Lady Knights, from BronxShe ate slices of pizza while they were waiting for Dylasi Street. On rivington, a label called Andrew Como a fraud. A woman with gray hair on her own path went to the bottom of the bicycle lane on Christopher Street, and waved a sign of reading.We hope for fear“
This is the correct slogan, right, for these times? White pointed out, in 1948: “The breeding of deaths is part of New York now.” Forty -five years after the first known in the city AIDS Death, after twenty -three years after The World Trade Center fellAfter five years of sirens and transportation throughout the night, which came with Corona virusIt is painful and angry, to believe that the largest threat that the city currently faces stems from one of itself. The president has the University of Colombia in his eyes, and will not stop there. The New York situation as a city of a haven is being attacked. Immigrants are the heart of this city. If this spring is silent than it should, it is the fear that people kept inside. There is no more city to celebrate the individual. There is no city that depends more, for its spirit, and its survival, on the collective. White wrote: “No one should come to New York to live unless he is ready to be lucky.” He was right. But, together, we make our own luck. ♦
