124 Henry Street
New York
United States of America
March 20th, 1892
Dear Neighbors,
I am sorry for all these years without answers or
anything about me, I hope all of you are fine. It will be at least another few
month for my next latter, because I have no paper, no proper tools to write and
very little money.
When I first come to America, I was
worried about jobs and where I am going to live. But when I come, a lot of
people offered me job. I work as a boxer for this place for now. I have my own
little room of myself. The owner treats me like one of his slaves. He made me
work from 4 in the morning until 10 at night, I barely have enough sleep. You
people should come to America, too. I will try to save up some money for your
tickets. America is not what you think it is, you must have heard that it is a
very good place, promised land with freedom and everything else that you ever
dream of and you think it is good, but it is not what you think, it is total
opposite. But if you try hard enough, you will always have a successful life.
I am sleepy now; my pen is out of link. Talk to you
later.
Sincerely,