Immigrate to America
Attracted by the boom in America, my nephew teamed up with a Korean to illegally cross
the Bearing Straitin the Arctic toAmerica. To avoid the Customs’ punishment, they hid in a
small ferry called the North Pole Seagull, sitting back to back without sleeping, showering
and shaving for 3 days, and had no chance to mourn their lost luggage when landing. The
hardship of this crossing was apparent.
At first, he made a living by means of raising cattle and then was hired in aircraft industries.
He lived in a Catholic district. Taking in a small percentage of Pakistani immigrants, the majority
of the residents were fromItaly and Denmark,who all kept up their customs and cultures.
Different blocks here were distinctly marked out and indicated from the racial angle. It was
unfair and needed reforming. But with nowhere else to go, my nephew lived on and managed
to make a life for himself.
My nephew’s fortune came when he bravely helped a conductor brake a ream to stop it from
slipping out of the rails. The man was elected vice chairman of the Socialist Party later. It
occurred to my nephew that he could grasp this opportunity to ask for his help.The man who
was thankful helped him apply to the civil authority for the right to live inAmerica by inserting
his brave deed into his documents. Unlike a great many other applicants, his application was
approved by the Federal Justice Ministry.Before long, he started his own bakery and lived a