The other day, I met Richard.
I live on the Lower East Side (LES) in the southeastern part of Manhattan, and Richard is the owner of the building in which I currently live. Actually, from what I heard, his family owns it. His parents bought the building more than 20 years ago when the neighborhood was still messy and unpopular.
At that time, a large population of immigrants (Jewish, Hispanic, Chinese…) moved here and established their businesses. The neighborhood is located between East Village and Chinatown and due to its gentrification in the early 2000s, it has become a trendy place with a lot of art galleries, plenty of restaurants and coffee shops.
Richard is an American guy of Chinese origin, and I already heard him speak Cantonese in the corridor. His voice is deep and he has small glasses falling from his nose. Managing the apartment rentals is his side job and he ensures that everything goes well for the tenants. His sister is my neighbor. She studies biology and has a part time job at Morgenstern’s Finest Ice Cream.