Abhorrent country...

There are times in life where you love the place you live, where you can't imagine living in another place than in your city and your country.

Times where you enjoy walking through the city, going out, discussing with people about politics, art and culture. Times where you feel good and don't have the need to go away.

But there are times where you don't like your environment anymore. Times where you hate the people in your city, in your country because of their ignorance, views on certain topics, because of their manners and conventions, even because of their lousy sense for fashion and music. Times where you don't want to talk about politics because you feel ashame for the politicians and their policy in your country. Times where the only thing you want is going away from the place you live. Just like the phase I currently experience. A phase where I hate everything in this country, in this city, in this misanthropic environment where everybody and everything blocks you in exploring and expressing your ideas. A phase where I'm dreaming of going to Britain, Scandinavia, South-East Asia, Ecuador, Cote d'Ivoire,...