What is it about New York that inspires me so?
I mean for a start it's dirty. It's filthy. I fantasise about grabbing a giant toilet brush and just scrubbing the entire city one building at a time. I flew into Manhattan the afternoon before Hurricane Sandy hit. I was the last flight allowed to land at JFK. Not once was I scared.
But this new threat - this unseen scourge of humanity - ebola lurking in subways and hanging in the air like an unspoken word.
It has me seriously freaked.
Not sure why.
My fantasy of New York has been smashed. And I knew it from the morning of our flight when I wanted to cancel my flight and was ridiculed for it.
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