Poland
Take the worst football hooligan in the country; the kind of guy that would beat another man to near death for wearing the wrong team’s colors. Place him on a bus, and as soon as an old lady gets on, he would give up his seat for her.
I never feel frightened walking home at five in the morning here. When a man stops me to ask the time, I don’t hesitate; I pull out my phone and tell him, because that’s all he wants to know.
Why can’t America be like this?
