A beautiful rusty big city
Chicago is the city where the pearl is open and visible. The shell is breathing, a bit coughy, a bit rusty, but it still breaths and it do smiles too…
Part 1. Falling in love with a city
Has been roaming around in this millioncity for a few days now. It feels like my soul can rest now. It has seen and felt Chicago. Thats how the word and the city was before i came here. If i dont see or visit Chicago before my soul flies to other worlds, my life wouldnt have had been that good. I just need to see Chicago. Or New York City, yes i wonder if Chicago has the same impact on people as NYC, in the sense of name and the feeling it brings to people.
To get the right sense of a city or a village or something, i look around in the city, i smell,i touch, i walk, i talk, i ask, but most of the hours as i spend, is the time to find my way back, or find the way to somewhere – cause i am lost.
I havent told you yet, but my worst sense i got is the local sense. And Chicago made me really train that ability – with mostly mistakes on my record. But on the other hand Chicago gave me some more musclepains and a better shape.
The people in Chicago are super nice. Like in superman plus nice. And they also have an accent. Fascinating as well.
I have not been yet to the east coast. But i think i just have found a city which beats all of the cities i been in before.
I am looking behind myself. I see people walking. I see cars driving down the street. I wanna stay here longer. This city is amazing, plus its people. And the city likes me. I feel flattered. Its kind of inviting me in. Welcoming me, saying hi and thank you, giving me a smile. Its saying, take a seat, what can i help you with.
Chicago smiles even more.
And i am blushing. What have I done for you to be nice. I am just a Swede. And it continues with an accent, I love everyone – no color or accent divides my people, says Chicago.
I think i just fell in love with a city.