In August 2009, I was being told by many of my friends that the life in America is simple and free. There is not as much pressure as China. Coincidentally, I heard that my aunt has a friend who helps people smuggle to the US. I had been thinking about go to the US for days, because I want a new life. But I didn’t tell my parent about it. I told them that I was leaving home to work at other province. On Sept 30, 2009, I started my journey to the US. I left my hometown Fuzhou and travel to Shenzhen to meet the smuggler. He brought me to Hong Kong airport and arranged me by plane to Russia and transferred to Cuba. On Oct. 1, 2009, I arrived at Cuba Airport, the smuggler picked me up at the airport and brought me to a hotel. I stayed at the hotel
