Yes, New York. I would return to my homeland, to the city I knew by heart, street by street, avenue by avenue. Manhattan was a colossal monster, an ocean of concrete and skyscrapers inhabited by more than eight million people. If you knew your way around, if you understood the codes of the working class, anyone could blend in and become invisible in broad daylight.
I would look for a normal job, a discreet administrative position at some small company in the suburbs where my experience would be valued and where no one checked the high-society gossip websites. I would walk my old streets again, eat dollar pizza on street corners, and breathe the noisy air that had watched me grow up.
Besides, my old friends were there, my real friends. The ones I left behind with a white lie when I hastil
