she said “I hope I don’t regret this,” she mumbled.The City of My Dreams - "Hey, Jew Girl, Jew Girl." - The Tale of the Yellow Bicycle - The Tale of the Yellow Star - Farewell, Old Mr. “Well, follow me and stay close and don’t tell anyone and I mean anyone I am doing this. Is there any possible way to get out of here a bit faster?” Mommy asks. “Well… we are meeting my son at noon today. “No problem, if you need anything else just tell me”.
“Goodbye Pista and thank you for returning my book”. “Instead of throwing it in to what, a burning fire pit? This is why I didn’t tell you had too much to worry about without it”. “You kept a book instead of throwing it into the pile…” Mommy mumbled to me. As I held it in my hands it brought a piece of the past back to the present. “You kept my book! May I have it back?” I asked nicely. They are heading over to America’ so I got a job here, hoping to find you to return your book.” I still have your poem book, I went to return it but your neighbor said ‘Oh the friedmanns. “I am Elli Friedmann I gave you my poem book,” I told him anxiously. He looks like young man I gave my poem book to, Pista Szivos. So, as we keep moving forward we run into a tall, young man probably around the age of 21. “Let’s go Mommy,” I told her in a comforting voice. “You are right we must keep moving forward.” “But I told Bubi we would meet him at noon,” Mommy panics. “I guess we won’t be among the first to step on the land of our new home of America,” I whisper to Mommy. “Well keep moving don’t hold the boat up!” We walk inside the gigantic building and there are many, probably over one thousand people. “Well this is where you will be checked to see if you are healthy or blah, blah, blah,” but it is hard to understand the young man with his hard British accent. “I think this is where, well it’s where, I don’t… know”.
I ask, “Mommy where is this place? It does not look like America”. “Good bye to our old world hello to America”, I mumbled as we got off the boat onto landing area. When the boat finally settles, everyone starts or continues to gather their things. As the boat connects to the port we are tossed and bumped around.
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