I celebrate St Patrick's Day remembering the day I first arrived in New York long time ago. I was never attracted to the Americas or New York and I was tired after the long journey. The first thing I saw arriving at the hotel - it was Hotel Roosevelt in Manhattan - were some drunk people. Today is St Patrick's Day, the day of Irish people I was told. It was dark and I was a little scared. I thought I didn't like New York. This however changed the next day.