A miracle has already occurred on this ship. The overcrowded space made meeting Marco Ferrari, a fellow Sicilian, easier. Because I knew that Marco would understand, I described my emotional and financial situation, and he offered me a space in an arranged tenement, with ten other Italians when we get to New York with. Marco assured me that I'd be welcome, and that I'd have to pay twenty-seven cents per week for rent. Now that I am reflecting on this moment, I am grateful that I have a housing plan in America. I can't wait for my …show more content…
I've never seen so many people at once. Had I not followed Marco, who knows some English, I surely would have gotten lost. Finally, we met with one of the men from our apartment, Stefano, outside of the immigration station. After two hours in a strange land where people spoke strangely and were always in rush, we arrived at the apartment. I thought I'd have my taste of American luxury that my village always talked about. However, the apartment wasn't as glamorous as I thought it'd be; it lacked windows, and a pungent smell burned my nose. I don't have any space for privacy and I already have a bad