About the USA and people
America is great and terrible. . . The whole world is striving to get here. . . I myself emigrated to Canada a year ago, I work as a truck driver, a truck driver in their language, therefore. Therefore, I spend most of my time in the USA, in Canada there are fewer transportations. Beautiful America, very beautiful. . . But people! Rare meanness, falseness and childish cunning within the law. . . (Well, it's when they're deceived and they think no one noticed. . . ) Especially if you're a non-American. Or a new immigrant. If something goes wrong at work - they blame the neighbor without hesitation, they say call back - wait - it means they forgot... Sometimes illiteracy is striking: In Texas: - Where are you from? - from Canada, I say. - Where is it? - Yes, there, in the north... - And what kind of money is there? - Dollars. . . - Aaah. . . For some reason, this guy really wanted to become a gangster.
The dual feeling of American cities: Huge skyscrapers, which I so wanted to see as a child, can be placed on the square of three stations, and around the one-story American dream... That is, there is no city as such at all. By the way, the great American dream - from shoe shiners to millionaires - has long turned into a Russian fairy tale about Emelya - everyone dreams of suing some Michael and hitting the jackpot... There is no happiness here, my friends, well, there is none . . Happiness is not Motherland with Uncle Volodya and thieves in the State Duma, and relatives and friends, a birch outside the window, my favorite work... (By the way, I love my work very much - it helps out). I will receive feedback - I will answer everyone.
