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Since childhood, I had a craving for “exquisite”: always wanted to visit such places as the Marquesas Islands, Martinique or the Bahamas, but had no money for such journeys. In the summer of 2017, I had the opportunity to participate in the program “Work and Travel USA”. I found a job as a food runner in the restaurant of the small town Buffalo. In my employment contract it was spelled out that I have 32 working hours a week on average, but actually I was given only 15. My salary was $9,7 per hour and it is easy to calculate that I earned $145,50 a week. After work, I walked around the city looking for opportunities to make extra money, but it was all in vain. In Buffalo, I rented a room for $100 per week in addition I needed money on food. I had been living this way for 3 weeks realizing that I’m in a terrible position. I made friends. They started inviting me to parties and it was my great pleasure to visit them. Of course, there were a lot of spirits and it helped me to distance myself from my hopeless situation. I got involved and started going to all parties. It was easier to live, and overall, I wanted the summer to be over and go home. I had been living this way for 3 weeks. One day, returning from work, I realized that I had only $3 left. I was starving. Close to home I went to the supermarket and faced a choice: a bottle of beer or a lunch box. Both for $3. Coming home, I laid down on the couch in the hall and opened the bottle, I felt miserable and denied, I couldn't ask my parents to send me money, because I would cease to respect myself for such an act. I decided that this cannot continue anymore. Something must be done. I found a community “Job in Los Angeles” on Facebook. Flipping through the posts I found a job as a mover in Hawaii with a salary 2 times more than mine and with housing cost 8 times less. Aloha! When I listed places that I would like to visit (Martinique, Bahamas, the Marquesas Islands), I couldn't even afford myself thinking about Hawaii. Hawaii have been in my head since childhood when I loved a popular cartoon “Lilo and Stitch”. Island was shown fabulously — skirts made of long grass, flower behind the ear, bright shirts and everyone is happy. Realizing that I can occur in the same place from the movie of my childhood, I immediately contacted the author of the post, his name is Dennis. We made a phone call, and he invited me to work in 3 weeks. My answer was yes! I told Dennis that I will definitely be there acknowledging that I haven’t got even a cent inside my pocket. He sent me a picture of the beach where they live. From that beauty, a tear flowed from my eye. I promised myself to make all I can just to be there. Then I looked at the cost of the flight from Buffalo to Honolulu. It was $552 and I remembered a $270 debt to my landlord. After 3 weeks, I stood on the same beach that was on the picture. A tear flowed from my eye once again. I made it. For those 3 weeks, I was looking for a job with such enthusiasm that I saw only 2 options: either they give me a job, or I'm nobody. Eventually, I began to succeed. I took absolutely everything. For 3 weeks, I settled all debts and saved up $552 for a ticket. Grabbing at every opportunity I washed dishes and floors, painted houses, put in windows, helped in the kitchen. I even walked around neighborhood and offered paint services. Hawaii is totally the same as it was shown in a movie. I swam with dolphins and seals, walked through the jungle, sunbathed on the beach and splashed in the warm ocean. Moreover, Denis advanced me to the position of foreman and I began to earn even more. It was the best summer of my life.