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Hope Street, Brooklyn, NY

I shared an apartment in Williamsburg one year ago. When my friend and me moved in, the place was in a pretty bad condition. To level the floor, we needed floor plaining machine. We looked through the Yellow pages and found a rental place nearby. It was within walking distance, on Hope Street. Half of the street was made up of a ramp, which joined with a highway overdrive. The other half was scattered with run down shops. It was basically a place with no distinct body. I once heard someone on the radio saying that hope is more in the body than in the mind. Imagine an immigrant coming to the New World, landing here.