I was fascinated by the sea of people flooding the streets, swallowing you up and making you feel small and unsignificant, making you lose yourself and your goal. I was fascinated by the indifference hanging over each passer-by, the distance and the arrogance you were regarded with on the subway, or the reserved and superior smiles when hearing the Moldavian accent. I was fascinated by the imposing buildings, with bulky architecture, dominating you with their massive presence. I was fascinated by the crazy traffic, blending with the stinging smell of burnt gasoline and the piercing sound of the excessively-used horns. I was fascinated by the fast life pulsing in the vein of the City and the sensation lasted for several years. It was normal. I was a child on the verge on adolescence, freshly arrived from a countryside town with small ideals and stunted dreams.