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Birthdate and background information
I am Guiseppe Lucini I am eighteen years old. I was born on Septemeber 7, 1882. I grew up in a poor family in sicily, Italy. Life in Italy is hard my father is unable to support our family. There are five people in my family, my mom, dad, younger sister, and my younger brother. My dad heard about America and how they have jobs there. There was a lot of poverty in Italy also. He thought it would be best to move to America, so we can support our family. I am writing this to remember my life. -
The journey to America
To go to America we were going by boat with many other immigrants. My family and I boarded the boat. It was so crowded and busy that we lost each other through the crowd. A man pulled me to the side and told me to follow him. I was placed in a room with other young men. I was on the boat for months. The boat's condition was horrible. There was nasty food, but mostly I just kept to myself. I just couldn't wait to see America and be able to get off the boat. -
Looking For a New Life
After I passed inspections and the interviews I looked for m family but still couldn't find them. There were so many people in that building. I looked and looked for hours but I couldn't find them. I thought maybethy didn't pass inspections and were sent home. I thought to myself that I had tve to make a living on my own. So I moved on and went to America with the other immigrants. I went to New York and was walking in the streets. Then an Italian man came up to me an asked if I needed a job. -
Arriving at Ellis Island
Getting to America was a long hard journey. I was so happy when it was over. I still saw no sign of my family becuase there were so many people. We boarded off the boat. When I saw Ellis Island I thought that this was my family's chance at a better life. I looked for my family all over but couldn't find them. So I headed into the building where we were asked questions. it was really crowded in the building too. I was put in a group with people of my race, They examined us. -
My New Life
I started my new job that the italian immigrant had helped me get. He also told me he that I could stay with him and his roomate. My job was construction on new skyscrapers. I didn't go up on the steel beams like many other men did. I stayed on the ground because of my fear but I still i did a lot of work. America is a nice place to live. It's better than Italy. Life is better fincially, but I haven't seen my family in a while, and I don't think I will again. -
Reunited With My Family
Life in America isn't so bad. The poverty in Italy was worse. There are still Americans that aren't that the nicest, but in general Americans are nice to me. I was at work then I walked down to a store. As I walked I saw a consruction workers working on a builing.I noticed from a distance a worker I reconized. I walked closer to get a better look, and realized it was my dad. That day I stayed with him until he got off of work. We then walked to where they had been staying. I saw my family.
