Sunday. Memories of
Munich. The trials and tribulations of the human race cannot be diminished
by the universal elements than span our culture. While journeying outside of
the country I have declared my home for the next three months, I encountered a
variety of cultural practices, personal exchanges and bouts of tradition that
had unforeseen similarities and differences with those in the Italy and the
U.S.. After landing in a thunderstorm and being restricted to the confines of a
seemingly tiny airplane, I could see wrinkles of frustration impress in the
brows the tired passengers. Nonetheless, the smile of the baby a couple aisles
up had the power to cause everyone- even
the stern looking businessman studying the stocks- to pause, smile and engage
the shared human experience that makes our species unique. The recognition of
emotion, mutual joy and overall vivacity of the people I met this past weekend made
Munich memorable. Chatting with a couple on the train who will be moving to
Singapore in December to embark on a new journey, and being amongst warmth of
strangers singing Sweet Caroline a million miles from Fenway Park, are just a
couple instances in my experience that have brought immense joy in these few
incredible months.
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