Attracted by the boom in America, my nephew teamed up with a Korean to
illegally cross the Bearing Strait in the Arctic to America. To avoid
the Customs' punishment, they hid in a small ferry called the North Pole
Seagull, sitting back to back without sleeping, showering and shaving
for 3 days, and had no chance to mourn their lost luggage when landing
. The hardship of this crossing was apparent. At first, he made a living
by means of raising cattle and then was hired in aircraft industries. He
lived in a Catholic district. Taking in a small percentage of Pakistani
immigrants, the majority of the residents were from Italy and Denmark
, who all kept up their customs and cultures. Different blocks here were
distinctly marked out and indicated from the racial angle. It was unfair
and needed reforming. But with nowhere else to go, my nephew lived on
and managed to make a life for himself. My nephew's fortune came when
he bravely helped a conductor brake a ream to stop it from slipping out
of the rails. The man was elected vice chairman of the Socialist Party
later. It occurred to my nephew that he could grasp this opportunity to
ask for his help. The man who was thankful helped him apply to the civil
authority for the right to live in America by inserting his brave deed
into his documents. Unlike a great many other applicants, his application
was approved by the Federal Justice Ministry. Before long, he started
his own bakery and lived a better life.