This new place is so strange. The space is so tight; it’s damp and cold. The smell is strong cross between the smell of the oil of the ship and body odor of my fellow shipmates. The sound is almost complete silence besides a few whispers, among families. This path though sure is very uncertain. The scent and motion of the sea rocking the boat makes me a bit sick to my stomach. No one knows what’s next for him or her in this “Land of the Free”. This feeling of uncertainty began for us many months ago. At home monsters are, now tarnishing where we grew and had our families for so many years. These monsters do not care for their fellow man; all they care about is money and power. They don’t care who they have to hurt or how long you’ve been around
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But what he couldn’t see was that I was burning up with nervousness and stress. I’m only 20 years old how am I going to take on a new life in America? I don’t know any English, I only know how to be a bricklayer, and I know nothing of the culture. My Dad, Vincenzo I, was a calm man he didn’t think the way I did. He was always positive and never let me give up. He was never worried about learning the language or anything, he was just happy he was with his family and he knew all other thing would come with time. My brother Antonio, was similar to my father. He’s 16 years old and he’s looking at this at one big adventure and is excited to start something new in America. My sister, was the mother of the family so she is always worried about something. Together we all balanced one another out, my dad and brother never worried enough, and my sister and I always worried too …show more content…
He’s a medium sized, fast-talking, man, he speaks both fluent Italian to communicate with us, but also English, communicating with a street vendor to buys some apples. He never mentions his name. “Here you go,” he said “Eat this snack, you are going to need energy for this job.” So, as we walk he explains “The job is very simple, all you have to do is go right down that street right there and you’ll see an open garage, go in that garage and grab the two boxes on the ground, and ill give you fifty dollars each?” my brother and I looked at one an other and instantly smiles grew. One hundred dollars was enough for two months rent, and that money could be important since we haven’t found any work in the week we have been here. So we politely reply, “Yes sir” and he gives us the one hundred dollars right then and there. Our eyes lit up with wonder, as this is the first time either of us has seen a United States hundred-dollar bill. “This is for you guys, don’t spend it all in one place,” he says, “Now I took care of you now, go take care of
But what he couldn’t see was that I was burning up with nervousness and stress. I’m only 20 years old how am I going to take on a new life in America? I don’t know any English, I only know how to be a bricklayer, and I know nothing of the culture. My Dad, Vincenzo I, was a calm man he didn’t think the way I did. He was always positive and never let me give up. He was never worried about learning the language or anything, he was just happy he was with his family and he knew all other thing would come with time. My brother Antonio, was similar to my father. He’s 16 years old and he’s looking at this at one big adventure and is excited to start something new in America. My sister, was the mother of the family so she is always worried about something. Together we all balanced one another out, my dad and brother never worried enough, and my sister and I always worried too …show more content…
He’s a medium sized, fast-talking, man, he speaks both fluent Italian to communicate with us, but also English, communicating with a street vendor to buys some apples. He never mentions his name. “Here you go,” he said “Eat this snack, you are going to need energy for this job.” So, as we walk he explains “The job is very simple, all you have to do is go right down that street right there and you’ll see an open garage, go in that garage and grab the two boxes on the ground, and ill give you fifty dollars each?” my brother and I looked at one an other and instantly smiles grew. One hundred dollars was enough for two months rent, and that money could be important since we haven’t found any work in the week we have been here. So we politely reply, “Yes sir” and he gives us the one hundred dollars right then and there. Our eyes lit up with wonder, as this is the first time either of us has seen a United States hundred-dollar bill. “This is for you guys, don’t spend it all in one place,” he says, “Now I took care of you now, go take care of