duro.Y That trip was more in the moment they met. They say that when a man yearning for freedom makes anything just to get it. But what nobody says is that the evidence has to overcome is the cruelest in the world. Not just for your body, but for his soul.
Yerik and his family traveled to the Soviet streets, heading to the border. The desire to live a quiet life, free of political ideologies and government control of the cold, he had become the target of all the hatred, both for their Soviet comrades, and their perceived enemies and future neighbors Americans. Be a traitor to the first, and spies for the other, was harder than they had imagined. From the moment you set foot outside their homeland, they no longer had any place to return. And they could just hold on to it, to go forward without looking back.
But to his surprise, people from other countries who were between the two superpowers, were kind to them. They were given shelter and food during your trip to France. They were halfway to that "land of freedom", but they knew that the true path, the acceptance and respect, would require much more time, possibly years. Yerik went to bed every night thinking about it, wishing it was not as difficult as he thought it would be. But could not afford to falter either. I had to protect his brother and mother, be strong for them. No doubt he was too young to bear such a duty, but he just ... What choice did they have?
Then came the day. The day when their dreams came true in form a simple picture: The Statue of Liberty, welcoming them to the port of New York. That moment had ever seen in his former home in any American film, before they were censured as "capitalist propaganda." But it was not like seeing it in person, while the sea was a little upset by the storm that threatened the city of lights. It was just pure magic.
Nothing else noticed the high security dock that was in that place, nailing them with their cold looks on their faces. It was definitely a time of great suspicion, and he understood. But at least they would be treated as traitors in their homeland. When they entered the flat where they would live from now on, Yerik sigh of relief. The trip was over. Now "only" is to gain respect and acceptance of their new country. He lay on his new bed, and hid under the covers trying to dream of something more pleasant this time, the warmth of a friend who makes you feel in your heart. Feeling that it was worth crossing the globe to live in dignity and peace.
next day went out shopping, put on his black beret and looked through his neighborhood in a store to buy food, and also get to know your environment. He felt the eyes of the people around him. Having a very long blonde hair, with its delicate, pale skin, made him stand out from others. He hired a young man like him, to find a supermarket. The blond, smiling, offered to guide him, though he mistook for a girl and I call it "blondie." Yerik be trusted, and did not realize he had gone with him through an alley, no one could see them. And when he realized it was too late, the blond boy approached him and began to touch her hands, saying he "wanted to welcome the neighborhood." Yerik got nervous, thinking, "the first day and me and these things happen, so I was not expecting ...", while trying to find a way to escape the embarrassment.
But suddenly, another youngster, this time brown and curly hair, stood between Yerik and his assailant, protecting. Although, when the blond boy pulled a knife, the dark is fucked up literally. So Yerik had no choice but to use the few things that his father taught him there in the Soviet Union, combat to disarm him with just a kick.
the end his "guide" had to flee with their tails between their legs. Yerik grabbed his beret, which had fallen to the ground, and put it on the head again, as he watched the brown boy, who had been faced fool for that fight. Angry, Yerik shouted in Russian, calling him "useless" for being unable to help and also to have that stupid face that looked as if he had seen a monkey. And so he went mad, but later regretted it and not giving thanks. Gave up on finding the supermarket and went home, since his first day in America had been a disaster. But at least he saw that not everyone was suspicious of him, and even risked their lives to protect. Only with that thought I could sleep in peace, and hope that tomorrow would be a different day.
