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              On a typical Tuesday morning, after my 9 am class, I usually go for coffee at the local Dunkin’ Donuts and find a comfortable place to sit before heading to work. Today I decided to leave my routine aside for a day and go for a walk on Lexington Avenue. At first I felt uncomfortable and alone to walk around the city without listening to music. But as I walked I began to observe and listen to my surroundings.               The first sound I heard was the unbeatable and familiar rhythm of the accelerated cars, along with the occasional honking of other cars demanding an improvement in the already congested traffic. But as loud as the traffic was, it did not intervene with the many conversations I encounter. Some of these conversations were in English, others were in Spanish, and others were in languages I did not understand, but could disguised them to be pleasant at the sound of laughter. The...