It is the same place around the world where poor people spend half of their lives .

I can see it  : the same scene of the bus station in Chicago  where stands Victoria ,the Latin American lady , waiting for her ride home after a long  hard day of work .

In Tehran  ,somya is standing there holding her 2 years old baby in her hands at 5 am in the morning so that she can get to work at 7:30 am at the house of some rich foreigners .

In Cairo ,  amira is  sitting ,watching the road goes by remembering the first time she had to see with her own eyes life in its cruel pictures.

They all have dreams and hopes and they all don’t really know if they will ever have the chance to fulfill them .

Victoria dreams every night before sleeping of her son enrico standing in court defending the oppressed  ,she sees him there strong and smart and handsome and she lives for that dream .

Somaya  ,believes that life will turn into heaven if just her husband Mohamed finds a job , if just  he helps her to raise her baby ,if just she didn’t have to wake her baby up this early in this cold winter mornings every day .

For amira , her dream is to find mr.right  who takes her out of her misery ,who loves like every man can love  a woman .and anything else she didn’t care about .

Every one of them has a not so different end from another , you can may be think that they exchanged places .

Victoria dies after her enrico goes to this prestigious school knowing that her dream is being realized .

somaya’s husband left her and now she is a single mother ,she is still standing there at 5 am in the morning but she doesn’t have to wake her baby that early any more. Her baby is now at school .

amira found mr .almost right ,he loves her but he can’t do more than that .he doesn’t work .

life is the same all around the world but it takes different forms ,or names or even places .

 still one place is the same , I can see it  ,where there is no difference between Chicago ,Tehran or Cairo  : the bus station .