It is springtime again in New York, or at least the pre spring time, the almost best time of the year, which feels like spring, but lacks the tiring allergies I get from all the beautiful blooming trees and grasses. Much less here than back in Europe, but still enough to make me helpless outdoors. was just packed with visitors today. There were lines to the water/hotdog stands and plenty of Frisbee throwers happy runners and ambitious inline skaters, strange looking singles, characters, various amounts of parents with various amounts of kids. What a pleasure to even just sit there on the bench and to look at all the working ways of living in New York. There are just so many ways to do it, so many great and completely logical social micro systems. All these nationalities grouped on these islands and this time even seemingly more grouped around the fence of the great lawn, which is about to open later, this spring. The snippets of conversations, make it so obvious why so much writing comes from New York. "And I could have sworn she was an alcoholic!" "Oh, youıre reading his book, I went to visit him up in Maine, he used to be a priest, you know, and now he just spends time writing, thatıs what he does and he does it quite well." "Have you seen the peacock over there?" "They say there are no turtles here." This good mixture of Origin, Age, Opinion, somehow makes perfect harmonious sense. A world concentrated in a . So it was not at all surprising to see Kofi A. Annan walk by, engaged in a conversation with somebody else I must have seen somewhere before, right next to the Flute Player who came at exactly 4PM to take over the afternoon shift for the Saxophone player under the bridge near the Metropolitan. If you can make it here, why would you want to make it anywhere else. This does sound extremely NY-centric, doesnıt it? OK, I take it back. But really, I simply love New York.