Impossible is nothing

Hola, Hello, Bok, Olá... Welcome to America!


I flought to New York City July 1st, it was a long trip but exciting, intense feelings. I spent July 4th, Independence Day, in an american environment. It was a BBQ in the roof of a building overlooking The Empire State Building and Brooklin Bridge, plus fireworks. Awesome.

My first 10 days in NY were very hard and I wanted to come back to Spain. But when my family came to NY, I started to feel much better. We did a billions of things, it was a big experience in many senses. Wall Street, Broadway, Central Park, Times Square, Chinatown, Little Italy... They said goodbye to me in a limousine!



After that I started my english course at Rennert Bilingual. My level was 7/10. I've met many people from all over the world, spaniards included. My class and my teacher were great! My schedule was from 2pm - 6pm... very weird, I know... July 19th... NY steam a pipe burst.. it was when I was in class, it was late in the afternoon (5:57pm to be exact) during rush hour on another hot and sticky New York City summer day. First thoughts of people were of the worst. “We’re under attack.” One person died (as a result of a heart attack), two people were hospitalized in serious condition and more than a dozen others were treated. It wasn’t a terrorist attack and it wasn’t an act of sabotage. It was a breakdown of seriously old underground infrastructure. Clearly after the attacks of September 11, emergency response in New York City was under close scrutiny. I was two blocks away from the blast site, it was very scared and many memories from March 11 came to me...