Chinatown, Manhattan. It was cold. We walked around looking for a restaurant to eat. Suddenly we listened to the beautiful voice of a woman signing, but we saw nothing around. The sound of the lady that we keept listening was in between of some clasic sound s that characterize the city (car honks, cars and laughs). The lights from different signs illuminate the street. Daniela looks at the steps down to the basement. She looked through a window and we saw a group of Chinese people sharing a big table. The woman was signing karaoke for the rest of her friends. The voice was beautiful. Down there it was the only sound that we listened to. This is part of my diary trip to New York. I write this note at the airplane during 15 minutes of turbulence. I think that always you take with you a specific sound and smell from the different cities around the world. Right now I can see the lights from my city, San Juan, in Puerto Rico. The turbulence has stopped and I keep working on this diary but now from my country: Puerto Rico. This is @alvarosski posting on Burn Diary.