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  • I stare at the watches above my head. They are elegant watches, maybe a legacy from a time in which this hotel attracted also fashionable people. Their hands move slowly. One of them reads Paris and marks 04.13 in the morning; the others mark the equivalent for Tokyo, New York and Rome time zones.

    I have always wondered why among all cities those are the four that are always chosen, as if those cities could give a fair picture of what the world is, or as if those were the most exceptional cities, the only ones deserving a mention.

    I have been to all of them, and I have seen much better places.

    Tokyo is a frenetic kip where no one takes time to treasure the fact that they only live once, obsessed by structure and the social ladder they run around sniffing college girls undies bought in creepy shops. Fucking Japs! Stop taking pictures of those 15 days of holidays in which you can pretend to have a life!

    Paris is not romantic at all; in fact it is racist, unaccepting and classist. They killed the king just to replace it with millions of smaller courts. While being impressed about themselves they make it a point to b-rate everything they do not excel at, everything they do not know about better than you. They drink a petit café at le petit café. Egocentric faggots! Take a fucking shower every once in a while!

    New York, in the three months I lived there, left me indifferent; I found it to be just the vanguard of capitalism, no respect for your fellow humans unless they can help you “make it”. Manhattan is full of sons of somebody looking to make it, that inevitably run back home crushed by reality. You think you are cool ‘cause you live in the East Village or Williamsburg? Who pays for that exorbitant rent again? Daddy? I thought so.

    Rome, well- I grew up there and I run as soon as I became of age. Dear friends, get the fuck off that couch, and please, please find a new bar.

    My four watches would mark the times of Cape Town, Barcelona, New Orleans and Zipolite.
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