San Francisco

It was the first time I came to San Francisco. Before that all I knew about this city was that there's the Golden Gate Bridge there and cable cars.

But now, I know that San Francisco is not just that huge red bridge that passes over a sea where boats and dolphins run side by side. I know that it's not just cables cars that climb the hills and go through the city while letting their bells sing in the streets.
This city is so much more.

In San Francisco, there's a special thing in the air that makes you feel free and welcomed. There you feel like you can be whoever you want to be nobody will judge you. Punks and hipsters are pressed in the subway and break the coldness of the grey walls with their colourful dyed hair.

In the Castro District, rainbow flags fly among the birds in the fresh cool summer wind. The music of the children's laughter and the park's guitarists in the Dolores District who made time stop in the idyllic setting of a summer's afternoon dream.

In the Mission District, walls are canvas and paint is the artist's weapon where men are deaf and mouths are closed.
In Haight-Hashbury,Janis Joplin's phantom voice wanders through the blue streets ans let's her spirit come and go among the columns of the Victorian houses.

In the Golden Gate Park, science and Art are face to face in the middle of the forest
And on top of the Twin Peaks, you feel like a king who can touch the clouds and have below San Francisco on kneeling knees.