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Hello, Stranger

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Prague by VivianLeave a Comment

When you live in a foreign country, especially somewhere you barely understand the language (let alone speak it) you tend to settle in a strangely comfortable spot of expecting little to no interaction with strangers. Combine that with a culture where people are much more reserved and tend not to make small talk, you find yourself keeping to yourself most …

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The Usual, Please

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Shanghai by Irina1 Comment

Drinking coffee is a large part of my morning ritual. When I first arrived in Shanghai, I knew that it would be important to find a place near school to grab a quick cup. Luckily, the NYU Shanghai campus has both a 7/11 and a Family Mart(a popular Chinese convenience store chain) that offer super cheap Americanos. I don’t remember …

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What’s Strange About the Young?

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Prague by Alice1 Comment

When people talk about strangers, children almost never come to mind. There’s something about the innocence of the younger generation that overrides the distinction we make between the familiar and the foreign, even if the children are from a completely different culture and speak a completely different language. Perhaps it’s easier to feel like we know them because they don’t …

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He’s got my back

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Sydney by Falynn1 Comment

One really great thing I’ve noticed about Sydney is that there is very minimal catcalling that goes on in the streets. I remember the first week, noticing all of the construction going on the main street of Sydney, my path to class from my apartment. I cringed as I got closer, just waiting for one of the workers to inevitably …

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A familiar stranger

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Paris by Howard2 Comments

“Bonjour! Ca va?” “Bonjour! How are you doing, bro?” Every morning when I try to practice my French in the Boulangerie (Bakery) with this guy who works there, he always talks back in English to me. I never got his name. Let me call him Tom for now, since he looks a little bit like the Tom in Tom and …

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Beeswax

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Berlin by Ashley JankowskiLeave a Comment

I’ve been staring at a blank page for quite some time. Of course, I’ve made new and brilliant friends here. The NYU Berlin staff could not be more accommodating. Given the language barrier, local Berliners have turned out to be polite enough. But even after thinking on this prompt for several days, I could not name one person from Berlin …

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Mr. Zheng and Cookie

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Shanghai by Yuka Niwa1 Comment

There are approximately six security guards that are in charge of who is allowed to come and go, which cars are allowed to enter and leave, and to overall protect my apartment compound. They take their shifts at the two posts, two shacks’ made of glass and steel, located in front of the driveways to my apartment building. Although all …

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Hoopin’ with a Friend

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Sydney by Nicolas2 Comments

Growing up in the suburbs of NJ, I could always find sports and recreational activities never more than a few steps from my door. Besides playing on soccer, baseball and basketball teams throughout the year, staying active was also possible through nature walks, hikes and other outdoor activities.  However, after moving into New York for my freshman year, I was …