Standing in Union Square; by the chess players sitting in fold out chairs and skateboarders jumping staircases – anytime before 11 a.m. – you can catch rays of sunlight coming down onto the street below between the buildings on Fourteenth and Broadway. It is quite the feel- ing to stand there, the whole city spilling from the mouth of subway entrances. If you’re patient, with closed eyes, allowing the sunlight to warm your face, as the scent of tomatoes, fresh bread, and cheese waft through the air – for a moment, you’ll feel part of something much big- ger. It was here where Mia Ponzi Hamacher told us to meet her.