It was Christmas Eve, under the tree I found a trip as a present that would take us to the city where this story would begin. My family and I traveled for a few days to the city that never sleeps, New York, a “concrete jungle where dreams come true”.
It was there, among the skyscrapers and flashing cars, in the hustle and bustle of the metropolis. It was there, walking along the streets, discovering people’s dreams. It was there, in a striking city during daylight and in a glittering and magical place at night that I found what I was looking for; a mammoth feeling of hope. I walked along Broadway, 5th Avenue and Washington Street, but it was when I was being blinded by New York ́s lights that I knew I belonged to that place.
So a few weeks later, when I was already 18, I left home to find fortune and fame. As a dreamer and an art lover, I followed the lead of Sofia Vergara or Penelope Cruz, leaving my home with a pocketful of dreams. I jumped in a scandalous city, without money, without fear, but with great dignity.
Gone are the days of wanting to be well known without doing any effort. This bustling city, full of chances shaped me and made me a high-flyer. I was born again. This metropolis made me believe my name could be up in lights. New York has changed the course of my life. Everything I do here brings me back to that moment, that pivotal moment, where I stood for the first time in front of Broadway watching, in stunned silence, how lights were shining so bright, so bright that they blinded me. Since that day, I have wondered who I would be if I had never seen Manhattan.
I have an inkling that there is a big future in store for me here. New York is a page-turner. Everybody here was someone else before, as I was. Things appear to be different here, here the world is more than just a subway map. Like the great dramatist Dorothy Parker once said “London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful”.