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  • 'It was my last day in Manhattan. I was so happy to almost head home. What a city. I got into a cab and greeted the old man from the mirror. 35th Madison Avenue please.

    'So, where you headed?'

    Long Island. And after that, Amsterdam.

    'Ohhh, Amsterdam, thats nice.'

    Yes, I replied, very much. Have you ever been there?

    'No, but I will some day. I am from Europe though.'

    Really? Where from?

    'Austria! But I lived here in New York for 58 years. My parents fled after WW2'

    Wauw, thats amazing. So tell me, how do you like living in this crazy city?

    'Well, it is very different from when I was your age, it's a crowded city you know. Lots of traffic. I don't like traffic.'

    Must be difficult to drive a cab then.

    He looked at me, through the mirror, with his bright blue eyes and his wrinkled face, full of life. I was stunned with the brightness of this old man's eyes.

    'Yes it is, but I'm not planning to die in New York, no, I won't die in this city.'

    So where are you planning to die then?

    'I'm gonna die in Vegas, yes, that's where I'm gonna die!'

    I had to smile...Really? Why?

    'Oooh, have you ever been to Vegas?'


    'It's like Disneyland for adults!' 'People think New York has entertainment, well don't even compare that to Vegas!'

    I smiled...I wasn't a big fan of Las Vegas, but I respected the old man's dream and just smiled, quietly.

    'So guess we're here. Well, have a safe trip and see you in Amsterdam! When I travel the a few years.'

    Yes. Definitely. I will run into you, I am sure I will. Goodbye and lots of luck in Vegas sir.

    'Goodbye young lady, it was nice talking to you.'
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