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Yummy Pasta
One reason that I am immigrating to America is because I lost my small restaurant in Southern Italy. I cooked the finest pasta and I was sad to see my restaurant be shut down. I'm glad that some people like my pasta. It makes me feel satisfied with my cooking. This nice old man on the boat to Ellis Island decided to try a sample of some of my pasta. Turned out that he loves it and bought a two full bowls for the rest of the boat ride to America. -
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Barney, The Pasta Boy
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Suggestions
Before I had a chance to get off the boat, some of the officers on the boat had caught me selling food on the boat when I was not authorized to, so they chased me. Later, after getting off of the boat safe and sound somehow, another man walked up to me and bought some of my pasta. He looked very impressed and gave me some suggestions on where to work. He said there were some popular restaurants in the West where they pay good money. -
Sounds in the Night
I had traveled West to get what I need; land, and more importantly money. The small area of land that I owned was all i needed. One problem with my land was when the young thieves in the area would snatch up my pasta, which I pretty much live off of right now. Soon, all my pasta was gone and I had no way to make good money. -
Thanksgiving
I experienced my first thanksgiving in America today. The first idea that popped up in my head was to get hired and cook for the hungry people, that way I could get more money for a hard day's work. I tried to get a job as a cook at one of the higher - class restaurants but they turned me down. It was pretty straightforward and I couldn't blame them because I am a guy off the streets, yet a great cook! I ended up getting a job as a chef at one of the lower class restaurants but it had a good pay -
A Great New Years
Over the past 5 years of working at this place, I think I helped them out with their business a lot. I became more and more known for my amazing cooking and finally, the boss of the fancy restaurant asked if I wanted to work at his place. I felt shocked but yet so happy that they had recognized my great cooking. I accepted his offer and went to work at their restaurant. -
Dreamland
After all that I had been through, I was able to live the dream of working in a fancy restaurant in America. I am an individual, peaceful man that lives in Oregon, with a large amount of land, a house and nothing else I could have wished for.
