Only once have I been to GB, but it was quite a trip. I was in London and around and all the time I spent there I felt like a dinosaur. Or a caveman. Something obviously inferior.

It’s not that I feel British people are better or something on a personal level – rather on a national one. Everyday I saw people cleaning the streets. The bus stops. Everyone I met on the street was relaxed and more or less polite. You know people in Great Britain don’t walk? They stroll.

I was there in 2010. A year later at the same time there were riots all over London. I still cannot understand why. Why were these people rioting? Out of boredom? Maybe.

See, I can’t help myself but compare. From time to time I look at British job adverts for foreigners. Whatever the job is, no matter how stupid and requiring almost no brains at all, you receive more money each week than you would receive for a high-profile, demanding job in my beautiful (post-)communist country each month. And I calculated it considering British pricing. Besides a lot of things are actually much, much cheaper in England. Computers, electronics, internet, brand new clothes just to name a few. Of course, rent is significantly higher – but so is the paycheck. Foodstuffs cost about the same, maybe a little more.

And I remember how the city looks like. Every sidewalk is perfect. Smooth, clean, straight. When you drop a papercup, a ticket, any kind of trash anywhere – in the street, in a park, whatever – the City Council gets an immediate alert and teleports in a nice, young man in a uniform, who picks up the thing in question and teleports back to his headquarters. Where that piece of garbage you left is probably immediately recycled.

When you look extremely suspicious and are in fact doing illegal activities, a polite policeman will appear at the end of the street and will sloooooowly, very slooooowly approach, pretending not to see you, then ask you if you are doing something illegal. I don’t know what happens if you say yes, I should try it one day. When you say no, the policeman apologizes ten times and dissapears in a puff of smoke. And you are free to continue doing what you were doing.

I live in a country, where everything is total shit, even when not compared to GB. And riots should have happened here at least 4 years ago. But there were none.

So I keep asking myself. Why on earth would people in GB, especially in London, riot? What the fuck is wrong with you?