"Do you like living in Hollywood?" she asked with a sceptical expression in her face. We were skating into the sky, down in Venice and the moon was high, the ocean, we approached it on winged feet, and the waves crushed silver into the soft sand.
"Not really..."
"I couldn't do that. The air... I mean, it's so much fresher out here, isn't it"
I smiled. What are you trying to say? That I am stupid?
Looking out of my window I smile again. Actually I have grown to like it. The weird job opportunities you have here. Like teaching a young actress of a TV series to fake guitar and get a bunch of money out of it. For sitting around doing nothing. Or the smoggy-beautyful sunsets from Runyon canyon. Or the weirdos. Funny how you can like the most improbable things in life. Like dirty side streets that remind me of dirty Russia. Matter of factly, the proclaimed center of the entertainment industry reminds me more of second-world Russia than anything else. Is this, where the 'it'-ideas, the interface of modernity is supposed to have it's birthplace?
Please! This is the perfect mirror of our uprooted society and nothing else.
Welcome in Hollywood. You are in the United States of America. No, not Russia.
this is Hollywood!
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