Being my fourth consequtive year in London, which might aswell end up being my last and final year in the beloved city, I wanna take with me when I get back home, a well documented visual and written record of the city in 2012, as I see it through my eyes and cherish the beauty they have managed to preserve through the ages, amidst the chaos of embracing contemporary technology in the name of development.
I still have a faint memory of my first day in the city, three years ago, when I stepped out of the 'British Airways' airplane at Heathrow and the strong urge I had, to runback into the plane and turn back time ten hours ago and wish this had all been a very bad dream. I hated it then - the poshness, pompousness, the cold autumn wind which burned through my skin, the dark-wet-gloomy British weather, I hated it all, inspite of the fact that I was being completely enchanted by the fairytale city and the numerous Álice in Wonderland' moments I had, I still hated it.
--to be continued
I still have a faint memory of my first day in the city, three years ago, when I stepped out of the 'British Airways' airplane at Heathrow and the strong urge I had, to runback into the plane and turn back time ten hours ago and wish this had all been a very bad dream. I hated it then - the poshness, pompousness, the cold autumn wind which burned through my skin, the dark-wet-gloomy British weather, I hated it all, inspite of the fact that I was being completely enchanted by the fairytale city and the numerous Álice in Wonderland' moments I had, I still hated it.
--to be continued
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