Bliss in the ghetto

Bliss in the ghetto

The neighbourhood I lived in for more than a year was, maybe the second-worst in a big city. The view I had was the block of studios in front of my one, it was very crowded, noisy and quite dangerous. The house in which I used to live with my ex just before was in the most beautiful neighbourhood with houses, sunny all day, I had a huge garden on the hill, to sunbathe, without anyone being able to see me and with a spectacular view all over the woods and the area, squirrels were coming there often. In that house, I was feeling more and more trapped, I was suffocating. I this ghetto, in the smallest studio there was, with no hot water, and a broken bed, looking at the only tree, about a meter high in front of my window, I was in complete, utter bliss. I remember the wind going through the few leaves and me, being completely ecstatic. Pure bliss.

 

 

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