Personal Narrative: My Immigration To The US

It was, admittedly, a hard decision to move the US. I would be leaving my family, who didn’t want to come. Back when I had left, it was safer back home but I had a feeling it wouldn’t stay that way. They were convinced it would, so I left with my wife and went off. Apparently, my sister-in-law’s brother left to England some time after. One day, I had checked the mailbox to find a letter from my brother. I had originally thought that it was probably just some letter checking in, asking how I’ve been, the sorta thing. When I opened it and spread it out on the kitchen table, I was surprised of what I read. Things were getting worse in Germany, and they needed help getting out. I had heard about Kristallnacht, and it turned out my brother’s …show more content…
They were in desperate need of anyone, so we I left Lotte with Elizabeth and we hurried out the door to his factory. We had walked past many buildings to get to the factory he worked in when I noticed one of them seemed familar. Turns out, it was the building were I could talk to about getting my brother here. I never knew what it really was called, I just knew that I needed to go there. So, I told Joseph I’d just have to run and talk with some. There were many other people in there, probably in a similar situation to me, trying to get there family out of Germany. Luckily, I had picked up some English within the time I had been here, and Joseph had taught me some, so I knew enough to convey the fact what I needed. The person I had talked gave me a solemn look after I explained my situation and shook his head. He told me that the Country had meet it’s quota and couldn’t take in anymore Jews from Germany. I simply nodded and left, meeting Joseph back outside. The next day I wrote a letter to my brother, explaing that I had tried but they couldn’t do anything. I added that I also was finally able to get a job, but that didn’t seem very important at the