Writing off anything comes across as a tad bit unfair. Especially if we are ignorant of that anything. Once you get to know the history, the journey, the reason, the cost, the pain, the politics, the agony, the doubts, the fear, the ignorance, the thoughts, the today anything may not seem so bad after all.
Leaving Piccadilly circus for Times Square still hurts. But standing there at 4 in the afternoon in the storm with people; real people who brush past you and don’t stop to say sorry as they are too busy to live; walking by me faster than the speed of sound made me realise if only I gave myself a chance I can get to understand this place better, may be even like it.