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A Tale of Two Cities

March 23, 2018

London, England

London was a city of madness. She never slept. Her residents were from the deepest corners of the world. She stood tall, in her capital glory, represented by many fragmented areas of her whole being. She was abundant with culture and light but, something always bothered her. Her streets were being eroded by feet rushing to work, restaurants and train stations. Her name being whispered in dreams but, never actually a stamp on a passport. The blinding advert screens in Piccadilly Circus could not sell her happiness. The trains housed in Kings Cross Station could not send her to a land where one did not know of her popularity or status.

 

In her devastation, she wept over the whole city. Each area was attacked with her tears and dark clouded omens which tormented her every thought. She had been loved for so many years but, never in the way she needed. She was home to many but, what was her home? 

 

She suffered in isolation, feeling miles a part from everything else in this gargantuan world. The only words she managed to muster on the subject…“Please mind the gap.”

 

 

Hanoi, Vietnam

Hanoi was a proud city, much different to others of its kind. Although he was the capital, he never faulted in remaining humble and deeply rooted. The people of Hanoi reflected upon his quaint way of living and breathed an air rich in honesty, serenity and trust. His citizens were able to rely on each-other in ways other cities could not. Sweet babies roaming the streets, house doors left open and food cooking on pavements.

 

Tourists were never a problem; he welcomed them by the hand with an eagerness to share his troubled and tragic past of war. Nothing was more important than his achievement of his long-awaited, and certainly deserved, independence. 

 

Each new visitor was awe-inspired by his tale of organic and intellectual ways of beating their opponents. They would marvel at his many churches, museums and the people. The people of Hanoi were the greatest sight of them all. Each, even the youngest child, carrying the weight of their heavy past in their eyes. Yet, beholding a beauty which could be guaranteed not visible in any other city in this world.

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