Journal Entry- Russian Immigration.

December 16,1886 I was a young man when my family's journey began in the search for freedom. We resided in a decent little neighborhood just in the outskirts of southern Russia. All the families around knew each other very well therefore I could never understand why my family always seemed so miserable. I mean I heard stories and watched the news about bad accidents from muggers to murderers but I never seen anything like that around …

…bad at all, I made just enough to support mama and myself and to buy food once a week. The working conditions weren't bad. I worked just as much and just as well as everyone else. Although the people there weren't to nice I learned to deal with it, I was only there to make money, not friends. So in the end this boat ride to nowhere turned out to be a dream come true!!