Although not worth much, your piece of land is probably still beautiful.
In my country, every piece of land here is valuable, even the ugly, polluted pieces, because our country is full. If we want to build a new city, we have to kick off the farmers or cut down the last acres of forest.

That somehow shows the failure of our 'socialist' system, but it wouldn't be less populated under your system and the prices of rare land wouldn't be somehow lower. It's basic supply and demand: scarce = expensive.

By the way, our 'socialist' country is actually one of the most capitalist in Europe. We are a tax haven for corporations, just one where there are
still some social programs left. We have adequate schools, reasonable healthcare and some worker benefits, that's all.

American cars are cool. The noise is great, the design is nice and they keep driving. Europeans however, prefer refined cars. In my walk round the block, I saw 3 AMG Mercedesses and 2 top of the line BMW's. The average size of cars here is a Ford Focus, but it's climbing due to the popularity of SUV's. Just in the few parking lots nearby there are three Nissan Qashqais and one Mazda CX5. One of my best friends just bought a Volvo V90. He has the money, but his wife was not particularity pleased that he bought his third car in 10 years. He is just used to that lifestyle. I grew up in a poor family, so I'm not. I've never bought a new car and the largest was a Toyota Corolla. Cars are just a very bad investment in my opinion. If I made twice the money, I would buy something like a Mazda 3, maybe new.

With 'poor' I meant Dutch poor in the 70s till 90s. My father was a mechanic all his working life. He worked 45 years and could retire at age 62. When he married my mother, they bought a small apartment, where I was born. Then they bought a new-built family home where my brother was born. We had not much luxury, but we always had enough to eat, 1 vacation per year and a car. They were crap cars, but they lasted long, because my father is a magician-mechanic. My parents payed for part of my education (it's cheap, not free) and my brother decided studying wasn't for him. He worked in retail for years, but is now self-employed. We both rented for a few years, but are now home owners. My parents still live in the house we grew up in. Saturday I will help my father rebuild the fence that was blown to pieces in a storm. Their house is mostly payed off, so their pension is enough to absorb some mishaps. Today, a mechanic could never pull themselves up like my father was able to.