Believe it or not, this weeek of travel diary, easily consumable blog-entries is nearing its end. I guess it’s hard to have a bad time in New York, and I am no exception to that rule. I met friends of old days, and I made new ones. I love metropoles. There’s always something to discover. Like yesterday evening, when I was walking down East 43rd Street, looking for a theatre, I could not find. But then, 3 minutes later, I was sitting in the second row of a Bruce Hornsby jam session. Entirely unplanned. And it was great. This is what differentiates cities like New York from the likes of Frankfurt (in addition to the fact that they don’t need a qualifier concerning their location). Metropoles are cities that never sleep. However, sleeping is something I am looking forward to doing at home. The next entry will be from the old world again.
P.S.: I haven’t written anything about the Bush-Schroeder-Daeubler-Gmelin quarrels so far, because I sent my reply to William Safire of the New York Times. So I am waiting for a reply first. But you’ll be able to read my rebuttal of his NYTimes column, “The German Problem”, in this theatre, soon.