Dear Victoria,
I promised to write you a
letter when everything will be okay. Do you remember me? My name is Herman Weiss;
you helped my family when we came from Austria-Hungary almost a year ago. Many
people were fleeing the war, and we were
not exceptions. We are not refugees,
but my father decided to seek refuge
in America. He knew that there are many ethnic groups in US, and among them
Germans. In addition, America is perfect choice for emigrants; there is no discrimination
and deportation. Then my father started to look for a boat. At
first, we travelled by a fishing boat,
then by a yacht, which delivered us
to the big port where we found the captain of American liner; we paid him a lot for a cabin and the next we saw the ground
was in the docks of New York.
It is very hard to distinguish
us from the Native Americans. The
sense of culture shock is disappear.
Maybe becoming US citizen was my faith.
Who knows? We have successfully integrated
in our new lifestyle. My father is a mechanic
at the service station, mother is a housewife,
as for me, I am student; I have strong desire
to studying. In general, things are going its usual way. I am very grateful for
your help; I am looking forward for your answer.
Sincerely,
Yours Herman.
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