First meeting at nine o'clock at the WTC coffee shop. People watching was fun while waiting the client to get out his phone conversation. I realised that I do miss the good old times. Watching people running to work with smart clothes in masse remained me of London. In city one really feels that a new day has started. Endless streams of people walking towards their offices.
Yesterday's remark of a provincal city opened my eyes today. It was so true. Almost everything I looked around reminded me of this: the way people walked, the way business was carried out on the streets, traffic, boutiques but especially the people. Not like London or Paris. Not even Prague or Stockholm. Just provincal city with a few funny inhabitans. Definetely not the best of the breed or cream of the cream.
Must get back to the beat. Meet real people and real challenges. This life is just pure pretending and illusion. Not real adventure and danger. Just a boring middle path without nice views and extreme situation. Nothing to comment for or remember afterwards. No nice stories or anecdotes. Plain vanilla.
Posted at March 13, 2003 08:16 PM