I was "taken" immediately by the city, by the musicians playing in the subway, the great inventiveness in the Midtown shop windows, the incredible views from the bridges overlooking the Hudson, the super sized museums, the extravagance of the people either in a Halloween night or on the lawns of Central Park.

I know there must be a reason why I was able to make New York my own in such a short time, to be a part of it even though I was an illegal alien. Neither the cold wind nor the hot asphalt stopped me from feeling that every inch of it belonged to me. I absorbed an exuberant world of wealth and madness, of injustice and lust, of eccentric beings and of the faithful talking about God. Those were the late 80's, the "end of History" was just beginning.

More than ten years later, and with a 9/11 in between, there have been a lot of changes. Streets look the same, and smell the same. The fast pace, the vertigo and the power are still there, however, I now feel that people, no matter if they are visitors or residents, can only be "borrowed" by New York.

My snapshots of New York do not last even an instant. They are digital postcards that can be modified in any moment; they can be attacked with a virus or be deleted by pressing a key. They depict a spinning world in which we look for a place to put our feet on.