After I arrived in
Creedmore North Carolina, even though I fell in love with the simplicity of the
people I had no intention to hang around either of that Carolinas. Had it not been for the
accident I had, I would have left Durham, North Carolina with the same
speed with which I entered; I almost denied myself, the pleasure of
having my emotional state painted with the glorious peace that floods
this place. To cut a long story short, I fell in love with this
city. I fell for the warmth and the hospitality of the people as well as the
glorious architecture that decorates the landscape. The beautifully
designed, colorful, small Victorian cottages can be seen miserly
sprinkled every where.
The houses have yards,
and fences, and lawns and flower gardens. A far cry from the
emotionally cold: New York City with its five and six plus stories
prisons, also known as apartments buildings. The color and design of these buildings poisons the
environ, producing a toxic atmosphere, which breaths chronic
depression that seems to infect the mind of the residence and the
nonresident dwellers. This is displayed in the acts of unprovoked
violence: physical, emotional and verbal that seems to always be on
exhibition.
As they go about their
business, you can see their face, creased from the tension that
depression, the uncertainty of the hopeless struggle and the fear of
failure. As they walk to and from their destination afraid to look at
the people around them; fearing if they do, that person, may just be
the one that the city life may have pushed over the edge. No one want
to become the unfortunate victim of an anger that has surpassed its
boiling point: A human volcano waiting to blow!
I shake myself out of the
dreaded thought and step back into the present, then I takes a deep
breath of the freshness and beauty of Durham, North Carolina.
