I've ventured outside my comfort zone yesterday, and went to one of the biggest and most popular cities of the Netherlands: Amsterdam.
Me being from a smaller place down the southern part of the country made it quite the experience for me, as I'm absolutely not used to these amounts of people- no matter where you went, the place was packed.
These cities have me on-edge the whole time.
Bicyclist are everywhere, and especially those fat bikes can be quite dangerous as they are fast, bulky and quiet, they zip right past you, and then the vast amounts of people walking and crossing everywhere...
You have to be alert all the time, there's no pause, at the end of the ordeal I was surprisingly tired of it all- imagine how this city looks when its vacation-time and warm, sunny weather. 😵. I'm beyond happy to live somewhere small and quiet.
Onto the topic:
I've seen homeless people for the first time in years, which made me feel quite uneasy; I wasn't scared of them or anything like that - they weren't even panhandling -, what struck me was their broken look: some simply sat there with a 1000-yard stare, like no one was "home".
I also noticed that, throughout the day, people seemed to "ignore" them.
Whenever I saw them walk through the metro station, it seemed that they could simply walk and do whatever they wanted to, like they were in a "bubble" making them invisible to people around them.
The people only seemed to notice them whenever they bumped into one, it was quite interesting to notice, but a very sad thing, too.
As I stood there waiting for my train home, I saw a homeless person sitting on some bags (his belongings, I assume). He looked absent and somewhat "hurt".
While I was waiting to go home, grab a snack and go to bed, he probably sat there thinking how he'd go about getting through the night; was he going to be robbed tonight? Assaulted? Worse?
It was quite the reality-check for me, I've got a darn good life.