It tasted so good yesterday evening and i must admit that it was kind of worth going that far with the subway. Glad i was not, with the long standing, waiting for a girl who showed up one hour later and we meet by accident later. I became moody because we went for a 40 minutes ride on the subway for food I wouldn't taste the difference from anyway. But when my the menu said 'dumplings' i immediately thought about the great things my mother makes, and it turned out that i was right!


This was one of our last dinners with this group of people and that was my main motivation to take that long ride. Some of them, i am sure, i will forget. Others i will think back of with wonder, love and surprise. Forgive my sentimental thoughts. I've had some bad times and experience with people here also. The gossip, the stealing, feeling often left out because of my inability to speak Spanish or another language, they sometimes have made my stay here horrible.


Within two weeks i will leave this country and despite all the good things that it have brought me - experience, knowledge - i would be glad to say that i will not come back here until at least ten years from now. I have seen California and Alabama a few years ago through round trips, and now Boston (New England) for eight months. I think this was enough of the USA for me. I have met here people from other cultures that were always already interesting for me but now even more.


I hope to meet them again. And them i do not even think that much about the people as well as their culture, habits and believes. Close ups: the textures of there food, landscapes and hands of their elders. I want to explorer them and see them more closely within the reach of my hands. Let me not be afraid for alteration, removing from my familiarities and not being here nor there.