7/23/89

165 Terror Street

New York, NY, 1002

Dear Family,

I came to America because of all the rumors I have heard. Now that I am in America, things don’t seem too friendly. On the first day, I moved into a tenement. I live on the first floor and it stinks. The bathrooms were unsanitary and places were over crowed. When I looked for a job, I found one at a sweatshop. It was pretty good till the afternoon when I got fired. All I did was talk to one of the people in the sweatshop. The boss yelled at me for disrupting workers. He threw me out of the shop like I was an animal. I couldn’t find any job since.

When I came home, I figured out I forgot to lock the doors. My stuff was stolen. The thief only left me two pairs of jeans and a shirt. I was outraged when the landlord asked me for my rent after what had happened. I stormed out of the place as quickly as I can. I ran back to the sweatshop and demanded my money for working in the morning. I managed to get it back to buy some food for dinner.

The next day I searched for a job again. This is worst then searching for a job in Mexico. I should have never came. I managed to find one as a waiter. It was a hard job but I got a reasonable amount of money. I wouldn’t survive if it weren’t for the food I got when working.

I don’t know when I can write the next letter. I barely have time to sleep. I hope you guys do well and if you think about coming to America, forget it. It’s just a waste of money for a voyage. You can save that money for buying food to last a month. America is worst than Mexico. I shouldn’t have listened to the rumors.

Sincerely,

Garfield