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Why Hawaii? The medical worker asks me not even a minute after they put me into the ambulance car. Lilo and Stich brought me here. I can include Moana too. Is this how the main characters in movies that get into the ambulance feel like? A week ago, I was trying to make my friends come on a backpacking trip to Hawaii with me. I've been saving for months now. I ate once a day, sometimes maybe not even once. I just drank tea some days. We bought the tickets. We landed in Hawaii. We ate good food. We went to look for a camping ground, then we find a camping site on a small beach. We want to cross the road to get our camping gear. "Let's cross on a crosswalk, it'll be safer,"- I tell my friends. Then we go to the crosswalk. We walk, maybe 5 steps, when I hear my friend behind me yelling. I knew at that moment, but there was no time to move. I get hit by a car. I was not scared for my life at all, I just though continuously " It is not fair." At the emergency room, the doctors kept asking me if I had any questions " When can I leave the hospital"- I replied to everyone. My body and mind were detached. When my doctor told me "You might die", I asked again -"when can I leave the hospital". And I left, after only two hours. I slept in the car parked on the highway, my body aching. The pain kept me awake all night, but I saw the most beautiful sky in my life. The next day I went hiking Volcanoes. After two days, I ended up in the protests by Native Hawaiians. We kept watching their procedures all day, helping with paint until they allowed us to dance with them. We took off our shoes to dance barefoot on the asphalt with it was pouring rain and temperatures were pretty low. I've never felt more honored and live, especially after the accident. If I had to describe Hawaii in one word, I would use the word “slow”. Not the mainstream Hawaii that people come for honeymoons or weddings, or to stay in fancy hotels to swim with dolphins captured from their freedom. I mean, Hawaii, where the speed limit is 5, 35 and 45 max, where people don’t use electricity that much, especially lights because they want to see the stars. Everyone is so quiet that it makes you think no one lives here. People give you free coconuts, tangerines, and love. The police are sometimes slow when you call 911, but not negatively. Only tourists make messes by being too fast on the road. The natives protest for 145+ days in Mauna kea, in the cold rain, in the middle of the road because they value their land. They do it slowly. Volcanoes sleep quietly, while the powerful waves might seem scary at first but they feel so slow and peaceful if you look closely. -The dream is to come here and farm. I mean, doesn’t everyone work all of their lives so they can rest in nature? How lucky have people lived here been that they don’t have to go through that process? As Hawaiians do, If you’re reading this, slow down. Take it slow. You’ve done enough. Slowly.