Giornale
On April 6 th , I ventured to New York’s administrative capital Albany along with nineteen other students and two professors. The drive into the Capital revealed the quiet of the city on a Sunday afternoon; streets were deserted save for a few people huddled on stoops and the occasional whoosh of hot air from passing buses. Many of the buildings seemed to be in the early stages of neglect with paint peeling off the sides and cracked sidewalks revealing weeds and cigarette butts. Our car, once joking about the monstrous size of Druther’s burgers and Fun Day, fell silent as we soaked in the atmosphere of a city on pause. Groups of people stood outside the liquor stores whose bright neon signs advertised sales on half liters of Budweiser and Sam Adams and the smell of fried chicken wafted through the car windows. It was only when we neared the top of the hill that a sense of Albany’s b...