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So Many Cameras?

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 13. Third person, Paris by Anna L

This girl just rushed passed me and stopped a few feet afterward, pulling out her camera and pointing it in a bunch of different directions. She’s wearing this thin white shirt and athletic shorts that have dirt all over the back. Her sneakers are white like they used to be. A pair of sunglasses teeter on the top of her …

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Having a Moment

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 13. Third person, Prague by Mimi

I hear a tinny jingle and look up from my counter to see a girl coming through the door. I’ve seen her before – brown and bespectacled, usually toting an enormous red and black backpack that she is constantly apologizing for after she inevitably sideswipes someone with it. I watch her grand entrance with amusement. Her eyes always look around …

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Who Is She?

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 13. Third person, Tel Aviv by Momachi

If I could describe her in one word, I would say: contradictory. She is bubbling with enthusiasm for new initiatives and entrepreneurial ventures, but also filled with a frustration that drives her away and towards, as necessary. Sometimes, she challenges the status quo, and asserts her perspective as she finds necessary. Other times, she takes a back seat as she …

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What’s so funny?

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 13. Third person, Berlin by Veda Kamra

Veda is a quirky person. She is willing to do go forth and be adventurous, especially under direction, but she likes to do her own thing. Every now and then she has a more quiet day, however in general, she is happy to participate. Admittedly, her German is rather crude in its pronunciation, however she continues speaking with pauses rather than giving …

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mírate

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 13. Third person, Berlin by Nathalie Kozak

Why does she move the way she does? What is under all those baggy clothes, and why does it all look like boy’s sweaters? I wonder what lies underneath. I didn’t even know people from Chile could be so blonde and pale, let alone be called Nathalie Kozak. That’s not a Latin name, that’s some Russian kinda shit. I don’t …