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Written by Sabrina B.
School’s finally done
All classes are completed
Summer has begun
Running out the doors
Smiles light up our faces
Laughing in delight
Traveling all over
Discovering new places
Enjoying the world
Enjoying the sun
Without a care in the world
Going to bed late
And waking up really late
Catching up on sleep
Going to the pool
Lounging around all day long
Not wanting an end
But in a few months
Come fall, we have to go back
To school and classes
To tests and quizzes
To projects, tough presentations
To making lunches
Having to wake up
Way before the sun rises
It’s Monday morning
As we sit in school
We will remember summer
The good times we had
Longing for next year
It’s day one, we want summer
Can’t wait till next June
Wishing for summer
Why do we wait for summer?
Each day dawns anew
Each day is special
We’re learning different things
Everyday of our lives
Not a one time thing
Learning isn’t just for school
My name is Pavel I am an adult man. This is my story of getting home. In 2006 I came to America away from my home in the Czech Republic. I was in need of work and I knew no English on the plane I only carried my clothes on my back and 15,000 in American currency. Upon arrival in New York I got a book of English that was made to teach English I put it into my pack as I went on to hail a taxi. I took the taxi to New York City, where I was told that there were good paying jobs. I decided to sleep in a bus stop for a while and rest. As I awoke I found my pack was gone that contained all my money and all my spare clothes, but worst of all was in my pack was the little English book. Now I was truly lost and alone in NYC. After days of me begging for food, and searching for help to find the embassy. No one spoke my native tongue, that or the little Russian I knew. But I was saved by a few Americans who did take the time to save me.
I wonder if I am doomed to this life of sitting at this street lost with no way of doing anything. It’s only been a day since I was robbed. I need to find the embassy but I am so lost. I have been walking for days now and all the money I have was from strangers. I have been going to places with food on the windows and completely unaware of how to get a slice of pizza. All I did was point and hand the person all my money hoping they won’t cheat me. I am sleeping under a bridge now with some other people who are homeless. But I am not like them I went to school I know how to read and write just not this god damn English.
I am going crazy now I don’t know how to tell people how I feel I want out of this country, why me why why why. God how I hate America with their words and signs I can’t understand anything. I run at a random man walking with a phone “HELP ME!” I scream at him “HELP ME! PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME!” he runs away yelling I sink down to my knees in defeat.
This is my life now and soon I will die alone. I lay in an alley exhausted; I have been walking forever in hope of seeing the embassy with words I understand. I dose off no happy dreams tonight, I feel the kick into my side as I jump awake. Then I see the knife a shadow of a man stares at me and doesn’t move, I look back hoping he would just stab me and end it all. He sees me look at his knife and leans close and smiles. My only shoes get ripped off as he has the knife tip on my chest. I can’t move up as he removes my shoes. I close my eyes knowing I can’t walk anymore I am now stuck. He walks away and I roll myself back to sleep sobbing.
The American stared at me with money in his hands speaking English that I could not understand. I reached for his offering and said “thank you” as I took the money. He did not understand me and continued to speak English to me. I said “Russian” one of the only American words I knew. He made a motion to stay here and wait for him as he walked away. I didn’t care, where would I have to go. I have been trapped in this country for weeks and I am barely surviving. I miss my family I left promising to come back richer than before. I waited for hours and begged some more only getting a few dollars. As I saw the same man comes back with a woman this time. “Hello.” she said in perfect Russian. My eyes gaped open in this familiar language “Hello thank you.” I replied I began to get very excited and started crying. “Who are you?” she asked. I began to tell my story the best I can from what happened to me. I held back everything in me to jump up and hug her. “Come with me” she said. I followed her and the man to her car.
They took me to a hotel and gave me lots of food. I stared in the mirror at a man’s face I did not recognize. My face now covered in dirt and grime. A beard I did not want like a bush stuck on my face. The hair I did not want on the top of my head I looked horrible. I took a long hot shower and looked back at the man in the mirror. He looked nicer but still unfamiliar. I slept in the hotel on a bed that was clean and soft. I was feeling happy again to be rescued by these people.
The morning after the man had a few other men with him. They handed me coffee and I smiled at them and they grinned back. They beckoned me to come with them to a taxi. I arrive at a place with a barber and I see the girl who knew Russian there. “Who were you when you came?” She asked. It took me a little while to figure out what she meant, as I notice the man with scissors and that this is a barber shop, he started lathering up my beard and went to work. I am glad to rid my face of the hair underneath my chin. As the man finishes shaving it all off. I point at one of the man’s friends with a bald head. Everyone laughs including the barber as he cuts the last of the hair on my head. I look back at myself and I smile broadly, this is the man I once was. I feel so happy when we get back to the hotel.
While I am there I talk about my home and my brother who I lived with and how he was worried that I went to America. I talked about my sister in law and my nephew and niece. Mostly about what my life was and what made me think going to America would make things better. I saw one of the guys hold something out to me a small piece of paper. I grabbed it and looked at it upon in pure happiness, a plane ticket home to where my family was where my life was.
I went to sleep that night with a pure smile on my face making plans on what to do when I get home. So many things to see my family and friends I left behind. Eat the food there and to get myself back to my normal state of mind.
Day light broke through my window as I rose from bed. I look to the ticket on my night stand it’s there. This is my salvation, literally my ticket home. I went to kitchen and saw the man I first met on the couch asleep his girlfriend was on the only other bed besides mine. I smile seeing them they saved me. I owe my life to them and I am leaving soon and won’t be able to repay them. I go to the fridge and find some eggs and bacon. At least I can make them breakfast. I crack a bunch of eggs into a bowl and start beating them, when I finish I get a 2 pans 1 for the bacon and 1 for the eggs. I put butter on 1 can let it start to heat up the other I carefully lay strips of bacon on. I keep cooking and the smell of bacon fills the air, if one thing most people share is the love for good greasy pork. They start waking up one by one and smile as they set their places at the table I serve them and we all share a nice breakfast I asked the nice girl to translate. “Thank you, my life on the streets has been very difficult I was without help every day was a struggle and you pulled me from that. I had lost all hope at some moments and wanted to be gone. Thank you I am forever grateful.” She finished and I looked at their faces as she repeated. They all started tearing up and they all came to hug me. We all shared a huge hug for a while. I said my goodbyes and went down stairs with them I got on a taxi with just me and the girl. When we got the JFK Airport she gave me a hug and a map of where to go and I said for the last time thank you and went to boarding. I had no luggage. And I got on the plane and into my seat, I am going home.
Two perfectly browned pieces of
whole wheat bread emerge from
the toaster. Thick spoonfuls of
peanut butter immediately melt
onto the toast, beckoning the
thin banana slices to join it.
After nine perfectly round slices
were delicately pressed on the bread, the
chocolate chips practically sprinkle
themselves over the work of art.
The masterpiece slowly dissolves
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