Buchanan, 1
Camilia Buchanan
Mrs.Stevens
Immigrant Experience
17, February , 2017
Across the sea
Gliding across the sea I enjoyed my little spot away from the crowds of the lower levels. I basked in the red ball of heat, the sun, while the wind carried my hair creating small messy waves. The smell of the sea made me feel at ease as I leaned across the railing closing my eyes ever so slightly. Coming from Poland I had never travelled across water until we had gotten a letter from a cousin whom I had not met, reciently she had left Germany, her home, in travel to America. America, the land of oppourtnity they called it.…