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saw the giant red spheres at first from a distance. They rested calmly
on the side of a steep grass hill facing a large rocky outcrop ominously
known as the Bock. The spheres lay about, in no particular order,
resisting gravity and descending haphazardly towards the confluence of
the Alzette and Petrusse Rivers in the meandering valley below. ~ Luxembourg
City is indeed a place of precarious geography. And so these spheres,
from my perch above on the Adolphus bridge, seemed a perfect representation
of the country and the feeling that overtakes one upon entering it: that
often in this city, things that shouldn’t exist are possible. Luxembourg
City is indeed guided by strange ethereal forces. Shaped by time, geography
and a strong yet gentle people, it has withstood the challenges of time,
and pushed through bravely into the modern century. Like those spheres
as I fist saw them, it exists as an entity that by all accounts should
perish, and yet thrives. Like all that is priceless in Europe, Luxembourg
exists because it must, because it is an example of what great cultures
become, because it would be a crime to the people of world for it not to.
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