I missed it in 2012, and not for a bad reason. The Beach of Coney Island is really nice – the sea, the waves and sand, like home. And in my back the Luna Park – I can hear it, so this is everything together for a rest off the daily life?
I got rid of my shoes and socks and stepped into the atlantic sea, and I listened. Yes, I grew up at the north sea, and I like to think, that people like us like to get in touch with this planet like this.
The evening was mine, in Brooklyn, at the Habana Outpost, with a Burrito, and the sun went down, and the movie came up on the wall: Breakfast at Tiffany’s. New York at it’s best.
