I am very superficially on the way. And I'm excited about the surface. In front of my eyes slowly passes a well-known picture, the skyline of Manhattan, a facade of facades, what a sight. My eyes are now as big as those of Japanese cartoon characters, so that a little more panoramic fits on the retina. Sitting on the open upper deck of a ferry, the boat prowls north through the East River between Manhattan and Brooklyn, shuffling and shifting, shifting the view of Midtown's stalagmite forest like a tracking shot. The Empire State Building appears in the skyscraper hustle and is covered again, as is the Chrysler Building. But it does not matter to one or the other iconic buildings. It all depends on the long shot, the intoxicating part along the skyline.