The breaking point at which all crises are resolved must be the Christmas/New Years Eve period in the NEW YORK calendar!

Whatever the economy, whatever the social and economic turmoil, whatever the social turmoil, whatever the world, the one constant fact is that between December 24th and January 2nd, life takes on a different dimension and turns into a modern Disneyland story; and especially when the economic crisis that has been growing for the last ten years has turned into an increasingly complex social predicament, NEW YORK’s traditional frenzy of eating, drinking, sightseeing, seeing, eating, drinking, shopping and partying from the beginning of December to the beginning of January amazes and impresses me with all its unbelievability, as if defying the years. ..

In addition to the usual crowds, the festivities, which have grown with the participation of local and foreign tourists, do not fit in the avenues, streets, shopping centers and entertainment venues!

This is a process in which an order structured on consumption is perhaps really taking a breath, a bit like the story of the chicken or the egg coming out of the chicken…

Although it is not known how many restaurants and bars opened and closed in NEW YORK, where the shopping marathon that started in the name of habits and traditional customs and the food and beverage culture that continues with parties and invitations has turned into a legend, it is an indisputable fact that the economy has collected its annual profit in the last month.

In the midst of all the fights and chaos, it is a skill to stop time; in an endless battlefield, in the invisible ashes and destruction, it is a skill to hear the music of sending balloons flying into the sky and to smile at life despite everything…

The beautiful thing is that this busy and tired city suddenly changes on the night of December 24th! The magical touch of Santa Claus, who strips off his old clothes and descends from the chimney of the fireplace like a Cinderella fairy, puts on his crystal shoes and dances on the frozen streets as if in defiance of everything… On the night of December 31st, stopping the clocks until 12 o’clock and living in their own time. To wash away the dregs of the past year and welcome a new year with hope, with faith, with a tomorrow that has never been…

72 nations and languages looking up to the sky, searching for their own star, whispering their wishes and sharing that moment, the streets of that city, the cold, the darkness and sometimes the insolubility, and still taking refuge in hope…

Hoping for peace, tranquility and brotherhood,

HELLO NEW YORK!..