The great freedom. New York. The city where dreams come true. Infinite possibilities, infinite expectations and an infinite amount of people trying to capture it. Some of them way up in the skyscrapers, others on the streets fighting for bread and butter. Everyone is looking on his very own way, with his very own ambition. The great freedom seems to be within grasp, I can feel it. It‘s somewhere hiding between the people wandering the streets. I caught a glimpse of it. I didn‘t even realize and hustled on. It was just when I got home that I realized there‘s no need to keep looking for it. I found my very own piece of freedom. It‘s in the faces of the people I met on my journey. It‘s the kind of freedom no one can ever take from me.