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A new start
Fortelling (skrevet som brev) om en mann, som skal immigrere til USA for en ny start på livet.
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Dear Mom and Dad.
I have finally reached my destination. America. The trip was horrid. There were people everywhere, old, young, men, women and families. The children were scared, and so were the adults. “The boat” (if you can call it a boat.) was old and full of holes that were clearly made by beetles. My room wasn’t much better. It was small, dirty and smelled awful. My bed was made out of five boards but I couldn’t do anything else than settle with what I was given.
After seven days, a horrid smell began to develop. I figured it came from me, my self and I, since I hadn’t had a chance to shower or wash my face, ever since I stepped on board this shower-less boat. People were starting to get sick, and developed a fever. Two of the children died during the trip. The crew couldn’t care less, so they wrapped the two children in black plastic and threw them in to the machine room to keep them there until we arrived. After many sleepless nights, and weeks of waiting, we were able to see the country that had blessed us with a new start and a new beginning. The Statue of liberty was there to greet us, and welcome us to America. It stood there, so tall and beautiful, so proud to be a part of America, so proud to be an American. But before we were able to set foot in our new home, we had to go through Elli’s Island. The place we feared the most, the entire trip, it was the place that had enough power to send you right back home, if you as much as sneezed or caught. It decided if you were going to start a new life with a new home, or if you had to spend the rest of your life poor and hungry.
We formed a long line. Waiting to get a flashlight down our throat and our temperature checked. I was the last one in line, I had seen at least eight people hearing the words that they feared the most “I’m sorry, you have to go back, you have come down with a fever”. The doctor came to me, looked me in the eye, told me to open my mouth and shoved the flashlight in. After a while, he moaned and said; you’re clear” I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest, I couldn’t believe that I was going to America and start a whole new life.
I have been here for three months now, and it is nothing like I thought it would be. It is very beautiful and there is a lot to see, different places to go, and different things to do, but it is not easy to make a living. It seems like if you have the wrong skin colour your chances of making it in this city would be narrowed down to almost 70% less, than if you are white. But that’s just my opinion.
I have got myself a job in a hardware store downtown. I work day in and day out, but that is what I have to do, to manage to pay all of my bills. I have also met a woman, named Jenny, she is the most wonderful person I have ever met, and I’m starting to think that she may be the one for me. I met her about a week after I arrived in America, she found me in the streets, looking dirty and hungry, so she took me home, let me clean my self and gave me something to eat. We started talking, and we just connected. I told her I was looking for a job and a place to stay, and I guess God was with me at that time and place, because her father owned a hardware store and had an open job position. I accepted immediately. She also had a friend that had a small apartment for rental, near the place I was working, and that she could make me good price arrangement if I wanted to. So now I am a lucky owner of an apartment and a job that pays the bills.
But now it is time for me to go to work, I miss you all, and I wish we meet again some day, maybe you will get a chance to come to “The Land of Opportunities” and get a new start and a new life, just as I did.
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