London

enter into londontown
as the fumes, pale faces and grey sky hits you, you remember back to when this was called home.
is it still?

the beating of children and pets, the smell of urin in the alleys, the silence of not wanting to get involved in other people's lives, the fear, the competition, the transport, the need of money, the cold houses, the dirt, the ignorance, the sadness

but quickly you become blinded and you see only what you want to see

the cultures: the dutch, ethiopian, mexican, bangladeshi, french, lebanon, south korean, and the english, and those are just the restaurants, the possibilities, the events, the parks, the river, the people, the 'i'm sorry', the books, the museums, the festivals, the styles, the food, the markets, the clothes, the energy, the struggle, the belief, the love, the dreaming, the hope...

hope of making things better, hope for a better system, a better way of life, hope to believe...

WHY?
you're one in a million, you don't stand out, you don't get stared at, what you are trying to achieve the person next to you is trying to achieve as well, you're not an individual...

The people in London are the dreamers, the fighters, the ones that want to make a change and aren't afraid to work hard for it, they are not scared of a struggle, whether it's going to work in a suit as a bankman or demonstrating against the suit...
they will decide the fashion, the modern technology, the ups and downs of the stock market the ins and outs of the politicians and the ones that set the way and standard of life. They will put up with the hardness of what life brings.

If you're not a hard worker, a listener, a demonstrater or a believer, london is not for you...