Hi! My name�s Marina. II came to L.A. 09.07.04, I�ve crossed Atlantic, went Atlanta, Texas, Kansas, Route 66 and Rocky Mountains as the Hitch-hiker to the city of my dream - fantastic L.�. I went in the sunset city to see where stars are born.

My history began for a long time ago in days when we were young and the hippie went on California. All of us were waiting the sun and something else alternative to this ordinary life. We wanted the world and we wanted it now. We were full of hopes. We were students and loved a rock music which was born right now. We witness something very important. In this time Jim Morrison has appeared in my life. I didn�t know the English language (now I don�t speak English too), but in this voice was something especial, significant and tragical. I�ve caught the contents of songs through the spirit of the performance. And then I�ve found out this singer is dead � (it was 1974, it was the first data about the Doors in the USSR). Oliver Stoun didn�t think about his film in this time, but Jim already was my icon and was my favorite during 25 years and I don�t had a brighter star, like this (then Jim present me the Spark - but it�s mysticism). I�ve inherited Jim Morrison "precepts" like � use that�s there �, � you�re only the prisoner of your intention �, I wanted to talk to everybody and I�ve mastered � a little game � which called � go insane �, I lived without the lie and was a blood in my life like in Chicago (near the Russian parliament in 1993�. and in ��rabach too). I could write the book about my life. Jim Morrison was my teacher and the instructor. I�m grateful to this person for all. But the life�s not fair, �I was dreaming about the seas and corals, I wanted to eat the turtle soup, I have entered on the ship, and the ship appeared made from yesterday''''s newspapers�.

� Isn�t it the life is spent in a pursuit of a phantom, is it something constant in this world? May be I have something that invisibly accompanies my life? �, I asked myself. You know the favourite profession can become like an outsider without the state financing (I�m the marine geologist), children can leave you, parents die, the beauty withers, Jim is dead and the life go away. Is it so?, I�ve asked.

And suddenly I�ve understood, that the music was my only friend - this dance on the fire. Through all my life. And I�ve cried: � Is there somebody alive in this world? �. And have the answer: � Go to a surf, baby, there is hope, there is dream �. The insuperable desire to overcome the space has captured me �cause we all were crossed in the time. So the pilgrim was born who has gone on Sunset strip , where walks Jim Morrison�s phantom and her alive �american idol singing falcetto� - a.k.a. Sparks (��vid Bowie � Young American � 1974).


I came here as mystical easy rider (about my way I wrote avanguard poem like the Hermann Hesse�s � the Steppe wolf �). So I was going to this city when I�ve understood, that all things in this world are faddy. Now I�ve the plan to find someone similar to me and we�ll try to open the salon when everybody may to listen to great old music, to look cinema of 60-70 years and there will be this interior � not for all � it�s only for lunatics. I had a discoclub in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk and want to realize something interesting here. I said: Oh God � give to me the second person like I.

I know, this town (West Hollywood) are big enough for all of us. I think Los Angeles have got one more L.A.woman and Jim Morrison is really alive until our memory is live.