Seems a life time ago when I was here in Brighton, but it was only four years ago. Everything's looks the same, everything's changed a part from the English Summer Rain and my host family.
Walking in the same streets i left behind I'm stoned that things work actually: the buses are on time, the streets are clean, the police is around..
It's not the perfect world, not the perfect country, but it's a place where jobs for students really exist, where people is polite, signs followed and bans respect. It's only the first week, but I feel i can live here forever, even if it rains too much.