In the end only kindness matters...

What do I love about America? There are many things, but my country's rich cultural diversity is at the top of the list. Walking the streets of any major city, you'll find immigrants from everywhere in the world, for the most part living together in harmony. A blended nation, where a person can speak about their nationality without anticipation of receiving a hostile reaction. A civilized society, where most people don't spit on or attack others simply because of their nationality, where brains don't immediately explode nor bile immediately flow from the mouth simply because someone is "Ukrainian" or "Russian." Honestly, I don't think anything about a person's country of origin when I meet them. It's of no relevance to me in daily life or interactions, because in the end all that matters to me is your actions. The way you treat me and other human beings in the daily course of life. Yet here on LJ an alternate universe exists, where people are trained to react and shout slurs, vulgar expressions and toss around tired insults when merely seeing the words "Ukraine" or "America". Such people can stop reading the post now, because it's simply a travel story about a normal immigrant neighborhood in the USA, not about politics. So, let's take a look at this section of Chicago, known as "Ukrainian Village"...

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