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Hi there)
Still alive, still smiling, still not bored. These are the only "still"s in my life right now. And I hope that it's not a diagnosis, but a coincidence. What's happened to me? a long story as usual)
1) My happy life "for free" in the hostel was ended by myself more than 3 weeks ago. Why? you need to know pre-history. Loftstel is really cool hostel to spend there night-two-week (25$ per night and you have clean sheets, friendly roommates from all over the world and a lot of fun at nights). But it's really pricy to stay over there for month or two. This kind of thoughts made all the russians and ukranians left that place. So, 2 floors of 4-floor building became empty. And management decided to close this hostel due to its economical enefficiency. They suggested me to stay and work in another one, but unfortunately (or fortunately) I coudn't work at the time I was supposed. So wa had no choice but to say goodbye to each other. I left the place. But the funny thing that when I'm on Brighton Beach, I always meet one guy, hi's lifeguard from hostel. So, the connection still exists.

2) What could I do without place to live? Try to find another one. I stayed for 3 nights at Nadya's and Timur room, tiny room, too tiny for 3 of us. And I even didn't have time to search for room to rent - 12 hours on work every day. When I moved out from the hostel it was raining(the fact is that it always raining when don't need it at all) I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. And a couple of taxists were trying to give me a ride, but... i had no money and desire, to be honest. Anyway it was raining hard and one of them agreed to drove me for free. We talked. Occasionally he was offering a room, The great one. Huge, with fantastic bed (after 2 month sleeping in bunk beds, matrasses good bed means a lot). What could I do? Took my friends with me, he showed us the room and saw, that I'm not alone in the city. (I wanted him to see that somebody will try to find me just in case if I disappear)))And I moved in. It was good area. In Brooklyn,5 minutes from subway (Ditmas ave, F train). Area, filled with russians, polish and indian/pakistanian. The good thing about russians areas- good&cheap foodmarkets, which smells like in Russia, with nature. It was reaaly good room - I even slept enoug and felt good! But my happiness was rather short. one week. I almost didn't see my landlord- I was sleeping when he was working. He is Jew, was born in Azerbaijan, grown up in Ukrain. He's divorced with his wife and has a 15-years old son. He loves himmost of all. And one evening he told me. "Liza, my son is jelous. You have to move out tomorrow.Sorry. I felt pity about you and your situation, but my son is much more important for me." What could I do? Moved out. And made some conclusions. Never ever make somebody to do smth for you because they feel pity. Deal, only deal. Where could I moved? To Nadya) I don't know what would I dO, If I hadn't got my ready-tohelp-friends in here. I would be more serious. Probably)
3) New searches. You know, it's not easy to find a place to live for 3 weeks in NYC for reasonable price, when you're alone. My ex-landlord Carlos offered me to liv in the basement, but it was basement, not place to live. I'm a human being. I was looking for appartments even in Manhattan- met a good guy, he was looking for roommates. Here everybody works for themselves. And trying to survive. Struggle. But the price for the appartments was to big. I was reaaly disappointment - time passed, I was sleeping with my friends. It couldn't last forever. I was so tired of movings in-out that was ready to live in the hostel again (funny-hah?), To have your own spot and stable place to live which doesn't depend on smbd's mood. Deal. And the help arrived from where it wasn't expected- from ex-ex roommate, Narcizo. We was talking after my unsuccessful searches and he told about his friend, who is looking for a tenant for a short term. Everything was decided in 10 minutes. At 11,30 pm) The next day I was wathcing the room. The good one. Great location! Across the street - Prospect park. It's Brooklyn's equivalent to Central park. Yesterday I was jogging finally! Joined to these crowds of people who're jogging, riding bicycles, stratching on the green soft grass of the NY's parks) And you know- it's fantastic. To run, And to think about...nothing, But point of destination)
My new landlord is from India, his nickname is Babi,he is massagist, was clothes designer, but economic crises touhed him and he lost his job. very friendly and generous. Gave me airconditioning and lamp - and I don't need anything else) The summer in this city is hot-hot-hot and humid-humid-humid. Fortunately, I spent the worst time of the day in the building, talking to tourist and walking in the evenings)
2 days ago walked into the great gift-shop - "the memories of broadway". Really good souvenirs, gorgeous owner.- originally Georgian, grown up in Italy, spent last 20 years in NY.
Now I feel myself in the Big Apple. This city is gorgeous and unique. It's Babilon, but the diffference is that people want to understand each other and they are succeded. All the best from all over the world. You can find here everything. Meet everybody. People come here to became somebody. Here you are surrounded by steel, water, sky and grass even if you don't feel it sometimes. You can seat wherever you want - nobody care. But if you fall from bicycle- everybody'll want to help you. And...accent doesn't matter- cause everybody came here sometime ago. And was foriegner. For a couple of years. But then he became a new yorker.
I would advice you taste this city. Brooklyn, Manhattan, parks, oceanshores. Coffeshops, streets, clubs, theatres, parks...Freedom. which doesn't hurt)

Now I planning travellings. on august 20 or even earlier I'll leave this place- CHicago, San-Francisco, Grand Canyon. Probably Washington....And I'll be at home in a month!!!!! Moscow, be ready)