We have the crappy pizzeria with the regular alcoholics, teenagers that are loud and driving their scooters like they stolen them, a grocery store that is really close but charge higher prices than in the regular stores. I never felt unsecure of afraid when I come home late at night (or early in the morning, depends on how you see it). But today when I got out on my way to work I saw that someone had smashed the back window of a car and problaby stolen some stuff from it.
When I saw it I got reminded that a couple of months back on my way to town one day I took another way to town and close to my home I found a burned out car. That day I didn't think about it that much, but today when I saw that smashed and broken into car I started to think that maybe my place where I live isn't such a good place after all.
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