Going to America: en families immigrationshistorie

In America the streets are made of gold, no man have to go to bed hungry, and you barely have to work a few years to get enough money for the rest of your life! – Or at least so I have heard..

We are sitting in a room in the bottom of the ship, waiting to get some food. We have already been on the ship for six days, so there is still about four days to go before we are in America. When I say “we” I mean my family and I. My two brothers, my mother, my father and myself are leaving our home country Holland, to live in America.

In Holland we were poor and had a bad status in our village, my father could not always get food on the table and we often ended up going to bed hungry, and then leave for work the next day hungrier.My brothers and I all have jobs, even though it was not easy for my youngest brother to get a job because of his handicap. He lost four fingers when he was eight years old, as he was working at the local cigar factury, his fingers got stuck in one of the machines and the machine pulled four of his fingers off. He got slower at his job, and then he got fired, ever since he have had trouble finding a job.