30 gennaio 2006

 

I miss you, New York!


Preso da un post su Craiglist.org; una splendida dichiarazione d'amore di un (più probabilmente una?) NewYorkese trasferitosi a Chicago; ho rinunciato a tradurla, perché secondo me perde tantissimo, così la ricopio in inglese con qualche taglio; ma se qualcuno volesse una traduzione (zoppicante), chieda e sarà fatto.

I miss you, New York!

I miss being able to drop off my laundry

I miss buses that come more often than every 35 minutes

I miss my corner deli, my god do I ever...I miss ALL corner delis!

I miss people who walk across the street when it makes sense to regardless of what the light says

I miss people who say "I don't know" when you ask them for directions and they don't have an answer, instead of stopping in the middle of the sidewalk for 3 minutes to say "Well....it's kinda that way near the Marshall Field's kinda, but on this side of the river and sorta near Wabash...or maybe Rush Street"

I miss subway systems that have more than 6 lines, and allow you to transfer in more than one location

I miss people who don't stare at strangers speaking foreign languages

I miss Century 21

I miss clubs that play music NOT written, performed or co-produced by Eminem, Snoop or Diddy

I miss bars that are open past 2AM

I miss summer in Central Park

I miss brownstones

I miss those guys in the yellow vests handing out flyers for "Flashdancers" on the corner as though strip clubs were just another form of entertainment (which they are) and not some horrible, shocking den of sin

I miss seeing corny carriage rides confined to the Park where they belong instead of clogging up city traffic

I miss unabashedly gay men being unabashedly gay in every corner of the city instead of the one, weird little Disney-gay neighborhood that was "set aside" for them

I miss people who no longer care whether their college football team wins

I miss sample sales

I miss random celebrity sightings that you never admit to being excited about while inside your heart is racing like a 13 year-old at your first concert

I miss New York Magazine

I miss good Chinese take-out

I miss seeing people of every possible race, ethnicity, religion, nationality and persuasion waiting on the same corner for the light to change

I miss mixed race people

I miss busy streets at 4AM

I miss people who say "fuck you" when they mean it and only smile when it's sincere

I miss women who know how to walk in their impossibly high heels

I miss my New York slice!

I miss people who know that you don't have to speak louder when you're on a cell phone

I miss people who occasionally drink something other than beer

I miss being able to get around without a car

I miss Buttercup Bakery and non-franchise coffee shops

I miss subway performers

I miss those oh-so-New-York moments where you feel like you haven't had human contact for weeks and suddenly you make eye contact with someone on the downtown 4 train and you both know that you're secretly laughing at the person asleep with their mouth open

I miss people who actually get excited for the opening of an indie film or documentary

I miss hotel lobby bars

I miss the freaks and the snobs. Viva Craigslist! You are my lifeline.

Until we meet again, New York...

# posted by Jimi_thing @ 18:56
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