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Crosswalks

I can’t even tell you how many times we have to wait for drivers to stop when we’re trying to cross the street, or when we’re actually crossing the street already.

I can’t say we’ve had close calls, but that’s entirely on me. Living here for so long has turned me into an extra careful pedestrian, and a lucky one so far.

Sometimes we’ll wait while three, or four, or five, cars speed by, some drivers even looking into my eyes, unfazed, before we’re allowed to cross the street.

“Thank you very much, Mr Driver, of course we’ll wait for the privilege!”

I do love the city. My fellow countrymen? Not so much. We still have a LONG way to go before we reach an acceptable stage in human behavior.