Between March 2011 and May 2012 I visited the States six times which, considering the two previous visits, brings the number up to eight. Since my first trip 12 years ago, I’ve always wanted to write my impressions on America and the Americans and it took me that many years to write my thoughts down. Finally, last May, while sitting on a train travelling from Boston down to New York City, I started.
As it always happens when I brandish a pen (or a keyboard) I ended up writing a bible-long essays that no one will never read. To make it easier for my non-existing readers, I split this Dostoyevsky-like novel I came up with in two. Looking at it now, I realize it risks to be too long anyway.
Oh well, I can’t split it down any further or I’ll end up having Dallas. Enjoy part 1. Continue reading