I was born in Odessa, former Soviet Union and presently Ukraine; there I lived my first thirty-three years. Now I am a proud citizen of United States of America, my adopted country, the country I love, and truly consider mine. So many things and events leading to our departure and details of the immigration process now are vague in my memory, but I do not want to forget them completely; also, there are grandkids that someday may want to know a little about their roots. Although, I realize that my story was very typical and thousands of other families had similar experiences, I still want to recall as much as possible and be as truthful as possible, while describing our passage to America. In the year 1965, I was twenty years old (not very matured), when Victor and I were married. Our daughter, Annushka, showed up …show more content…
Actually the misery of living in the rundown apartment with communal kitchen shared by 3 other families deserves more details; also when add no running water, absence of the toilet and heating ( the word air-conditioning did not exist in our vocabulary) the picture becomes more vivid. I need to explain the Soviet system of apartment distribution: to become eligible to only stay in line for an apartment (even co-op that we later paid for) each person must occupy no more than 4 sq. meters or 36 sq. feet. For my parents, husband, daughter, and I our apartment had to be no more than 720 sq. feet or the size of average one bedroom apartment in America. My parent’s apartment was slightly bigger. Thinking that I will have to spend the rest of my life sharing apartment with my parents made me desperate, (my mom was not very fond of my husband and the feeling was mutual, although their relationship improved after we moved out). Victor saved the situation by falsifying the size of our apartment to fit the draconian
There are three distinct classes of houses in the tenement-houses; the cheapest is the attic home. Three rooms is next and is usually for very poor people. The vast majority of respectable working people live in four rooms. Each of these classes reflects the needs and resources of the renters in that the attic home, for example, is generally one small room and is usually rented out by a lonely elderly person with not much money. Three rooms generally consist of a kitchen and two dark bedrooms and are usually rented out to very poor people who have a
Most contracts never mentioned the safety and comfort of tenants (p. 10). In addition, many of the tenants were working and needed to be close to where they worked. The costs of living in these tenement houses were ridiculously high for the condition and size of the rooms.
What I am most proud of, is the fact that I am a hardworking immigrant. In today’s divided society, immigrants are stereotyped as “non-contributing to society” or “largely uneducated”. This ignorant stereotype is a constant reminder of how hard I should work.
I was born on january/31/1919 in Vietnam and immigrated to France. In 1942 I was studying at the university in Nice, where I met a fellow student, Jadwiga Alfabet, a Jewish refugee from Poland. In the summer of 1942 the French police began arresting Jews with foreign nationality. In September 1943 the Germans occupied Nice and all the Italian controlled zones and we were in danger of deportation. I decided to hide not only my wife, but also her relatives. In November 1943 I took a train with a few of my wife's relatives to get them in touch with a smuggler who could take them to Switzerland, I made this trip several
Life in tenements was tough because as the population was increasing exponentially; the quality of life was becoming increasingly crowded and unsanitary. Since these buildings were in high demand, housing over two thirds of the population of New York, they were commonly made of cheap materials. Maks’ family’s rooms were not well made because “the ceiling is tin. The floor is wood. As for the walls, they’re all faded green with a few cracks” (Avi 54). The buildings themselves were packed with inhabitants so that the landlords could pack more money in their back pockets. The tenement flats were very dimly light, which left many lowlifes living in low light. There was a lack of light put on the subject, and some of the regulations to have better sanitation
Becoming a supervisor in any position is a big responsibility. The former way to reach a management position was to perform the duties of the job and climb the ladder so to speak. As attending management college classes, I have learned that just being proficient in all the task is no longer the only requirement needed. Many leadership positions require one to understand motivating employees to enjoy their position and thus perform better. You read in the paper how a new CEO of a different business can just jump into a position and the next company. The new articles show that the right person can find that right direction and all of a sudden, you read that IBM is on top again.
In the late nineteenth century, many American cities were facing large population growths due to the massive amounts of immigrants coming to America via New York City. Immigrants flocked to America in search of a better life and for better jobs than their homelands had to offer. As immigration numbers continued to rise and populations in cities grew, the need for housing increased as workers needed to be close to their jobs. In order to combat the increase in population, tenement housing was built to accommodate the masses. The tenements were cheaply built structures that were split in a certain fashion in order to fit as many possible occupants as possible. As the tenements were cheap and crammed with occupants, many potential safety and health issues developed.
I was totally stunned to be called that way just because I did not feel thankful to someone I believed to be a faker. That person was a man who pretended to talk to God using non-human language and offered help to people with the exchange of money, similar to a televangelist in the western culture. The result sometimes coincidentally turned out to be as expected, but if not, he would find the way around it using several unreasonable excuses. However, the worst part about this story was that my grandmother still faithfully believed in him and wanted me to thank him for all of my accomplishments, which I refuted.
I have never been fond of the question, “Where are you from?” It often led me into a paradox of confusing answers that nearly always led to more questions. However, I have always been fond of the reason why I avoid answering that question. Through the years, I never truly grew my “roots” in a place, but it did not disadvantage me. Instead, I believe it enabled me to become a person who appreciates and understands the significance of diversity.
“This nice couple wants to adopt you, so you will be a part of their family. You will have plenty of food; live in the house with a real bed. Petro and Luba will be your father and mother”, said the priest, smiling at Victor.
and sometimes whole families lived in a single room. The conditions of living in the slums were
Housing The floor on which someone lived depended on his or her income. The lower apartments – ground or first floor – were more comfortable than the top floors. They were spacious, had separate rooms for dining and sleeping, they had windows and had access to running water.
However, the drama began when Nikolay had to go on a business trip, Vladimir and Ludmila went on a ride in the airplane. It was a first-time experience for Ludmila and she loved it. She associated those happy feelings with the presence Vladimir. As for Vladimir, he developed feelings for Ludmila in the absence of Nikolay. However, as described by the film, it is unclear on how far Ludmila and Vladimir’s feelings went for each other, but by the time Nikolay came back, they seemed to already develop a deep connection with each other. When Nikolay came back, Ludmila and Vladimir were so guilty that Vladimir told Nikolay what happened. Nikolay was very upset, which leads to the departure of Vladimir. Fast forward a few months, Vladimir somehow was back at the apartment with Nikolay and Ludmila. In the film, both men acted like they were Ludmila husband. This part of the film was rather confusing as to why exactly Nikolay allowed Vladimir to come back to live with them and even as far as to letting him become the “second” husband in the family. Regardless, the director continues to focus on the emotions of Ludmila, who then found out that she was pregnant with a baby. She was extremely worried. The director, however, did not specify the exact causes of her worries. Her concerns could arise from her incapacity to find out who is the father or simply the fear of childbirth. As result, she went to the hospital for an abortion, where she realized the beauty of
I was born and raised In the U.S. in the city of Westfield, Sate of Massachusetts. Even though I was born in America, I was raised in a true Russian household. When I was born my parents had lived in American for five years already, Adapted but still fairly new to this country. Parents were strict about speaking
Tenement Housing: The city was forced to intervene on crowding more than one family in a small space because of a number of logistical errors, water, transportation. and diseases by adding public water wells and better means of transportation. This Problem was not extremely successful , people were still crowded and transportation was not at the top of its game, but the large cities did improve the cleanliness by a large majority. This isn’t a problem now, it's mainly that if you don't have enough income to support the rent you have to find a roommate to help with the rent.