The First Day

August 13, 1898

Dear Brother,

I hope letter finds you well at home. This is the first chance I was able to write back to you with the little money I brought. I can tell you that journey to America was as bad as they say. There was little to no room and we sailed for what seemed like weeks. There men, women, and children, all from Europe, huddled in that little boat as we sailed through storm after storm. Many grew sick along the way, as did I, but I recovered quickly. I will spare you the rest of the details, but I hope you will not have to make the same journey I did.

The first place we arrived at was Ellis Island. There I was a given a new name and identity card. I am now called Albert Ferrari. Only that much I am certain, it was difficult to understand the rapid English fired at me. I said some choice words in return, but I doubt they were understood. Before I left, I was given a physical examination. Luckily the trip had been kind on me, and I was cleared of any diseases. Some were not as lucky and I saw a whole family deported, never to return.

But I am here now, and so my search for father begins. It will be difficult to find him, but by now he should be in this city they call New York for at least a year now. I do not know where to start searching, but I will hold off for now and begin addressing my own needs first. I have found room and board in a hostel, and tomorrow I shall search for work. I will try to send money back as soon as I can. The city is dark and gloomy, and it is hard to see how success may emerge from these conditions. The streets alone are covered in soot, dust, dirt, and god knows what else. My room is old and below standards, but I believe with enough hard work and patience, I will find better a better place and perhaps find father. They say America is the land of opportunity, and I believe that. This is the start of something new, Enzo, and I am prepared for what lies ahead. Tell mother I love her.

Until next time,

Alberto