Almost two year ago and friend of mine sent me a link to play the lottery. Not the kind of lottery that gives you cash, but the one that gives you a green card to live in USA. I won. I chose San Francisco. Because I have a wonderful friend, who is helping me to start a new life here, because is by the sea, because the sun shines very often and because it felt good. I’m here now and I would like to share this experience with my friends and all those who wonder what it feels like to start over.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
San Francisco snapshot (The Old, the New and the Odd)
Vesuvio Cafe' (historical hangout of the beat generation), the Exploratorium (the museum with the best name I've ever known), a street named after Jack Kerouac, a psychic shop sign, an ad and the skyscrapers at the back.
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