Why I bike

The city I live in has a bad reputation. It isn’t said to be beautiful (which is true) and many have heard of its Nazi communities or the “no-go-area” (where I live). According to the story in a national newspaper, basically everyone here is unemployed, illegal or criminal. The police must be pretty busy, dealing […]

NYC in 141 and a half words

Four days. On my own. Crowded. People. Black. Brown. Yellow. Red. White. Mixed. People. Rainbow-colored. Glittering. Celebrating. Proud. People. Pride. Marching. English. Spanish. French. Some German, complaining of course. Chinese. Dutch. Swedish. Some Norwegian, delighted of course. Bedford-Stuyvesant. Baptist church. Gospel. Worship. Block party. Firework. Street food. Street fruits. Mexican, Indian, Cuban cuisine. A burger. […]