06/05/07 - 15/05/07 New York, New York We arrived in New York, I started reading Amerika by Franz Kafka. Very timely. One tunnel and one black Lincoln town car later and we were on that expensive strip of land - Manhattan Island. We de-bagged in midtown and strolled around Broadway and Times Square soaking up the atmosphere. A man sat in his convertible car, not just with roof down but converted to an office, with a desk installed in the back and passenger seats. Printer, Fax, Flat screen monitor, pot plants, stapler and pen pots - the works. Now there’s a
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