Editor

Being a New Yorker means spending an average of 40 minutes a day in the subway and admiring the excellent music performances by street musicians who won their positions at the subway stations at strict auditions (and some among them even performed at Carnegie Hall!).

A true New Yorker lives in a building with the number of tenants higher than the population of an average American city. The caretaker is Russian, newspaper vendor a Pakistani, the owner of the premises where he drinks his morning cappuccino Greek, taxi driver (and he struggled to catch a taxi) Senegalese, owner of his favorite pizzeria Chinese, and best friend Irish.

On each of their languages a New Yorker knows those juiciest curses, never wears a shirt that says "I love NY" and hates pizza served with cutlery - pizza is eaten by hands, folded in half. Does not recognize the stars and constellations in the sky because they are never seen in the sky above New York. The city of lights has overshadowed the brilliant sparks of the starry sky long time ago.

I hope you will enjoy reading our story about the Big Apple, become a New Yorker for a short time at least and feel the energy that this magical city brings.

Until our next issue in June,