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After I was approved, I moved to Los Angeles. It's an unbelievable feeling. I used to just look at pictures taken by different photographers. The pictures were from different parts of Los Angeles. More specifically: the Hollywood sign, the Griffith Observatory, and a few pictures of some local streets. But back then you couldn't touch it. And now I'm here. In the city of angels. I'm going to the studio today. For the first time, I'm going to the place where the most famous film adaptations are made, where legends of world cinema are born. I made my bed, hailed a cab, washed my mug after my coffee, took the keys that were on the kitchen table, and closed the house.

I get in the car in the back seat. The cab driver looks at me through the mirror that hangs next to him, and asks:

‘ Where are we going? ’

‘ Warner Bros. Studios, ’ I say.

‘ Must be on a tour? ’ he asks.

I smiled slightly and answered:

‘ To the set, ’

‘ Wow, so you're an actor? ’ The cab driver asks in amazement.  I try to say, the cab driver interrupts: