Thus far, my world as I knew it had been a two-story cream-colored house with white trimming occupied by nuclear family, my two elder brothers, Hiram, 6 and Theodore, 4, my mother and father. In this world there existed only one language, English and only one me..
After a grueling 20-hour flight, stopping in Detroit, New York, London, Frankfurt and finally Nuremberg. We emerged into a world of thousands of strangers and dozens of languages not only learn a new language, but construct a new identity bold enough to handle survival in a foreign society by myself. A few days after arrival, I found myself in Nerumberg American elementary school, a military based school/daycare center where I was separated from my brothers and felt hopelessly