Throughout one and a half centuries for each inhabitant of the Old World there was the Great American Utopia which in the most iridescent dreams was the fantastic country of unlimited opportunities. The great American Dream excited the imagination of Americans. Passed one and a half centuries before old ideas grew decrepit to such an extent that the new could not but appear. The great Utopia ceased to attract Europeans, and the Great Dream was transformed to unrecognizability, having turned for many into the Bad Dream.
"I love mentally ill people, such which without restraint want to live, without restraint want to speak, without restraint want to escape which want to have everything at once which never yawn and never speak platitudes, and always burn, burn, burn", - Kerouac's hero speaks.