This summer I arrived to the USA, a little town of CA named Strawberry as a W&T participant to work at Strawberry Inn. From the very first day of my arrival, I knew perfectly that I will not stay here for long. During the very first 9 days of my trip I have experienced a real rage of Czechs who own the place. They have mistreated me, used psychological abuse daily. I lived at the room next to garage with 3 other people and for a half of a double bed they charged $350 a month and $10 for food per day from the menu. That ugly memory of the very first day seeing waitresses and managers making salads without gloves and not even bothering to wash hands after touching menu, money, even possibly going to the bathroom, made me wonder if I really want to eat there. The food was disgusting and so do the people who own this place. On the 19th of June I was fired because I refused to work overtime after my 8 hours shift. To be more precise, during those 9 days I have also told manager that I got sick from the food, that the manager mistreats people and that the job agreement is broken, and called my sponsor that there are some serious issues with the place I stay. Besides that, it was 10 p.m. and he said that I have to leave the place tomorrow morning which means I have to find a place to stay too. I woke up the other day in that bloody place, packed my all stuff and crossed the street. There was a cute store which those 9 days I was finding peace and calm. With my eyes full of tears, fear and shock I entered that store and talked with the owner whose name is Mary. The woman did not look surprise about what has happened because it was not the very first time that somebody mistreated people across the street and tried to run away from that place. She did not ask me much that day. To be honest, I could not talk much too, because the tears running through my face were blocking every single word I pronounced. Mary, my angel, allowed me to stay with her and some other good people and it was great. From the very first moment of my stay, I knew I will be fine. Sometimes people just need to be brave because there are options to choose from and look for something better. So, from that day I have never crossed the Berlin's wall separating East Strawberry with Strawberry Inn and continuous fear and threat and amazing West Berlin with Strawberry Store, or in other words, Place of Amazing Karma.