London

I remember as it was yesterday when I stepped on London for the first time. I experienced those feelings we all feel the first times: illusion and fear (that soon disappeared). Although I was only one tourist among millions I soon felt like I was part of London because it has that ability to make you feel welcome and feel at home. I do remember walking through the London streets full of culture, people all around the world, people rushing to get to work, a millions of souls that guided me around the town. How bad I wished to have more than two eyes to be able to see every single detail of London and keep those details as photographs on my mind that can always be seen whenever you want. Memories that never disappear that remain intact and are not corrupted by their owners. That it is why I hate not being able to remember everything, every moment and every site I visited. Thus I know I will return, so I can create new memories and keep and take care of the old ones but mostly because London makes me feel like I belong somewhere and let’s face it: we all want to feel that we belong to something or someone.