A couple of days ago we were at the Hollywood Walk of Fame here in L.A. and it's pretty unimpressive - the crowds are insane, the street's dirty and so are the adjacent areas. I saw two Bing Crosby stars and I thought that was weird, so I checked it online. He actually has 3 and some people have up to 5 stars, each for a different category (film, singing, theatre...) and you have to be nominated to get one and then you have to pay about $25 000. Ha. But why does Donald Trump have one?
When we were driving back to the hostel, we drove through Beverly Hills and Rodeo Drive and the scenery was something completely different. Clean, bright streets, no people begging for attention or money - a complete 360. We were staring at the imposant glass skyscrapers, taking pictures like crazy - the views at night are really something. All of a sudden we saw a bunch of people lying on the street. On the other side, there was a line of people waiting to get into the homeless shelter for the night. I saw a girl not much older than me patiently waiting, squeezing a small pillow tight to her chest. We went completely quiet, we didn't say a word. It took us less than a two-minute drive and it seemed we crossed over into another galaxy, not just neighbourhood.
After about a minute, Veronika said: "Ma ne me jebat." I guess you could translate that as "you got to be fucking kidding me". I didn't said anything. I didn't know what to say. I felt so incredibly guilty: I've spent this hefty amount of money to come here and I'm still spending money basically just to have fun while the world could make better use of it. Love is free, but apparently nothing else is...
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