The factory where Papa, Artur, and I worked had horrific working conditions. Since it was the summer, the clothing factory was incredibly hot, causing it to feel like we were inside of an oven. Fires had started in other factories in New York, and I was scared that it would happen to this factory. The doors opened inwards and there was no fire escape, so if there was a fire, it would be extremely difficult to escape. In addition to the outrageous temperatures, the factory equipment was not up to standard. It proved to be extremely dangerous when one of the workers got his hand chopped off. A group of workers stood outside to protest the day after that, but Papa did not let me get a closer look. He told me to focus on myself and not the labor
