There's a swimming-pool, a launderette, a ping pong and billards room where they serve coffee on Sundays. The population which often changes is composed of foreign scholars, business men, and some wealthy students. Flats are for most of them rented monthly. It's no place where to settle, only a passage way. Exactly the opposite of a boarding house.
People come here either to work or to sleep.
What's essential takes place outside. One of the main roads of the city, Wilshire Avenue linking Beverly Hill to Santa Monica is only a few blocks away. The traffic never stops. I postpone my discoveries to the following day, swallow a sleeping pill and fall asleep. On that Easter Sunday, for the first time it becomes mine.