*Super tired while writing this, sorry if spelling sucks*
Almost a week gone since starting our US trip.
Last 3 days we are in San Francisco. A place with a song. And hills. And a beautiful bridge. And a great bay. And delicious food. And... We wanted to run away on hour number 2.
I mean we come from a place with shit load of problems and issues... but I can't imagine we can ever meet the local reality here - Market Street (Cities main street - which goes trough the financial and hi-tech districts. Uber and Twitter HQ's are right there) is filled with endless amounts of homeless, junkies and random wierdos.... This happens apparently because SF is taking in all those ppl in need, from nearby cities/states (such as LA and Nevada). Some of them sell/buy drugs in day light. Some scream. Most of them just sit and look to get a quarter, so they can buy a beer.
U can't ignore them totally. U can do your best to look away, but there's just too many of them, at every corner of most streets. So u start thinking about it... Sometimes the pictures u see are just too much to bare.
Next week I'm going to play the ME WSOP. Makes me understand even way better how much is on stake. Those ppl might kill each other for way less than this events buy in.
We are having fun, don't get me wrong. We will be having fun till we get back. It's just that this trip goes through with so much mental weight. Gotta keep strong. We seen many flowers yesterday in local botanical gardens, and we are wearing some in our hair :)
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