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I
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. - Luxembourg
- A Confluence Of Culture.
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