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May 1, 2007
Iím still here.

Itís been over five years.

Incredible.

New York is basking in an early summer warmwave. The skies are blue and empty, and the sun glances bright and low off the concrete angles and glass facades. Sharp-edged shadows stripe the sidewalks and lane-sharking yellow cabs shimmer in the glare. Central Park is becoming verdant and lush. Last Sunday the neighbourhood kids opened the first fire hydrant of spring. The exchange rate remains at around 2.00 and I am still paid in sterling. My homeland is a foreign country now. Leaving New York will feel like exile.