Everyone remembers their first time in New York City, how overwhelmingly loud and strange it felt to all of our senses. This is the city that draws millions of people a year and Mamma Keger’s time was finally here. We found Marie a great apartment a block away from ours, so close you could see it from our apartment.
Her first evening in Brooklyn, jet lag withstanding, we sat down to a quiet dinner at our place, catching up with Rasmus and getting acquainted with me. It was, at first, quite a sight to see her son in such a grown-up scenario: sleeves rolled, chopping vegetables in a happy home. Any mother would be glad to see a son thriving so far away from home. I admit I took a step back, trying not to interrupt the moment.
For the next two weeks of her stay, we all toured the city by restaurants, parks, flea markets and neighborhoods. Most surprising for her was the friendly and warm nature of strangers on the street (partly affected by the early onset of summer) that no less matched her affability. Proving against the New York stereotype, we were pleased she found the nicer side of New York, the side we often take for granted.
Before seeing her off in a cab, she had to admit: Jag förstår varför du bor här, Rasmus.
(I can see why you live here).