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Some might say what happens in New York, stays in New York, but I am so desperately willing to share this adventure, that even my laptop silently whispers that people need to hear this. People need to hear about your backstage pass to New York City. I could not understand if we were in a rush or just the subway to Time Sq – 42 St Station was meant to prepare us for the thrill, that is happening just above us. I could very easily identify who is local and who is willing to become one for a few days or so. As an outsider I watched people switching songs on their latest mobile devices or pages on their newest New York Times magazine, not even noticing a packed wagon of souls trying to fit in. Trying to find their local connection. We safely jumped out in this steamy, a bit smelly and gray puzzle of corridors. Following the sound of the saxophone playing “New York, New York” (Yes, I know cliché, when I see one.) we successfully found our way to the right escalator leading us to the upper world. I saw the people pretending not to even notice us. Everyone was there – all the diversity of the Big Apple came down to introduce us to the galaxy above us. Few very loud horns, the hustle and a full bucket of indescribable sounds and smells told us that we are getting closer. We started to run inconspicuously. Just one deep breath and there it was, with all its glory the center of all centers – Time Square. I forced us to find the hotel, which was just around the corner because we had just one mission for the day – Broadway. Our way to the hotel was like a small explosion in our heads. Few moments of words and we are there, the 54th floor. For a country boy like me it is another way of New York saying welcome. Foggy and dizzy was also the way from the hotel back to the Time Square. Here we were, two small parts of the present moment in the Big Apple. Few limited smiles tried to fit in all the way to the Broadway. One of them was caught by the brightest shop sign in the history of shop signs, one of them slipped to Mr. Trump shouting to Donald Duck, one of them went to the lady whistling for a taxi and one for the other lady who got it. With a few smiles left we had reached the line for the tickets to “Chicago”. When we were almost the end of the line, a lady made an entrance. A city worth entrance. First connection, “Excuse me Mister could I go in front of you, I am a bit in rush.” I am a gentleman, of course I said yes to my first NYC connection. “Thank you. Be loud tonight, we love that”. I had no idea, who she was, but I felt like part of New York just gave me a VIP ticket to the city, a backstage access to the real city life. Whether I looked at her eyes too long or whether it was her majestic personality, but I just wanted to run, to see, to experience everything. As we had few hours left to the play, we wondered around again, but this time we were shining like we were meant to. We caught so much smiles, so much romance, so much love and so much power. I even complimented a stranger and I never do that. My favorite episode of all the love we experienced over the four days we lived in the Big Apple still remained in the Broadway. There she was Ms. Mama Morton. “If you are good to mama, mama’s good to you.” My eyes didn’t need much time to realize that the wonderful lady was the exact lady who smiled, blinked and asked us to be loud. Now I understand, you cannot stay regular in the Big Apple, you must be bold, to make a local connection.