A couple of Belizeans joined the crowd of us in the dome two days ago. Ball daddy enthusiastically gave them a warm welcome in his very own special way, midnight-thundering treatment. Seeing him the next day survive and well from choking himself or from being chocked by someone else to die was a hard thing to believe.

They survived too, through their very first night in the city and they were lucky enough for the ball daddy checked out next morning. Others suffered at least two nights. The poorest ones were two Sydneyers, for four nights; they finally had one peaceful night on bad before continuing their gap-year journey toward South Asia.

I've met a Belizean dancer, one diplomat before them in this city, and they enhanced my good impressions of their culture through great conversations, despite sometime being lost in translation and constantly interrupted by our poor English. One of them is documentary director and the other one is ballerina. A project has been working on before he came here and a luggage of raw images, tapes and hard-drives that flew with him will be edited after he finds place to move in. Yes, they are two of many others who come to this city looking for better opportunity. The film could be their chance.

The film he is working on discuses the ideas of freedom. People being interviewed, but how he will organise the debates was left out of our chatting-before-badtime. But before that, they must be able to find ways to feed themselves before their funds running out. Any job contributing to that will do at the movement, but eventually an ideal career for him is still focused on the image-related business.

Another warm-hearted Spanish I met earlier this year was also part of the group that actually runs the city. I can read the glow of hope in their eyes, and deep in their stomachs, a mixture feeling of excitement, worry and Mc Donalds (their very first meal in the city) will put them together through the following difficulties. A typical story we watch in every Hollywood movie with the Status of Liberty.

Before I checked out, I forgot to ask him the question that what does freedom mean to him. But I don't need to do that to be sure of the answer that to be here, is their way of freedom already.