Arrival.
I drove by bus from the airport to Manhattan. The bus drove through the Holland Tunnel into the city. New York is the golden town for me. The skyline was in front of me. The warm sun of september was taken the city in a shining light. It was like Manhatten was welcome their guests. In the painting the traffic sign melts together with die skyline. Everything was pieceful and no one anticipate something of the approuching catastrophe.