During my years at university I had the chance to spend the summer time in the United States working and travelling.
I have been a part of New York, New York twice and I was very impressed by the endless opportunities that the city provided. As I was walking around the streets, I learned to expect to see something unexpected at any minute. Street dancers on the subway, a busker using buckets and pots as a drum set, air planes flying around and writing Latin words in the air and so on. I never knew what was going to greet me on the next corner.
Still, the best experience New York gave me happened on a Sunday morning in Harlem.
Before my journey I heard many counterproposals by conditioned people who have never actually been to Harlem. Fortunately I decided to not to listen to anyone who lacks the real experience but has an opinion about it.
When I arrived to the church, there was and endless queue waiting to get in and some people were dressed red carpet-appropriate. As I entered the building I got the impression that I’m at a rock concert. Live music, loud bass and young people singing and dancing on a stage for the base of Blurred lines. Everyone else was clapping and dancing for the music as well.
The ceremony/concert/show was nothing like that one or two occasions I attended before in a Hungarian church. The priest/rock star/showman spoke with unbelievable passion and the words went through metamorphosis and gradually became singing and music and it became more and more loud and passionate. People were standing up, clapping, putting their hands up in the air without feeling shy or being afraid to stand out. Everyone was acting by heart and there were no rules.
And I was crying, I was laughing as I experienced the catharsis.
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