My eyes are continually being opened; to what exactly i am looking at, i am still not sure. Walking off the place in Munich was my first blink in time. Buying a metro ticket in Paris was the second one. Sitting on the train in Barcelona was another. This is where i began to realize i might be waking up to something. Sitting in the little cafe in Switzerland, another blink. Walking into the Santa Maria Basillica here in Rome, another. Each blink has opened my eyes more. Each time i begin to wonder what it is i am seeing. Something about communication, culture, human nature. Which one? All of them? Feeling like a minority here in Europe, feeling ignorant of culture practices, feeling menial for not knowing the language. Noticing depravity is cross cultural, noticing
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