Story Of An Immigrant

When I was deliberating topics for my case study ethnography report I was inspired to examine some one very close to me who is "undocumented", someone whose experience I have seen first hand, some one who has affected my life and understanding of immigrants with his situation; my partner, Mario. This class has exposed us to many writings on the subjects of migration, immigration and emigration. I began to compare the concepts and information in the readings to Mario’s personal situation. I was curious if his answer would be "In search of a better life" when asked, "Why did you come here?"

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

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

Humanity is ever so much more complicated than one could have ever imagined. Humans can thrive on change, but ultimately look for something to declare as home. In search of this home people travel long distances and risk everything they have. When an American contemplates the word immigrant, one imagines the countless people from Mexico crossing into our country or the refugees that hope to make this country their home. What eludes most of us, however, is the reality that most people were, at one point, immigrants to this country and that our forefathers came here exactly the same as refugees come today. What is brought to mind when I hear the word immigrant is hope and perseverance. I remember the countless people who have traveled here

     It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I

I am Martin Gutierrez a retire veteran that was with United States Marine Corps who recently got done doing 10years. I got out from the military on March 10, 2017. I am not going to tell you my whole life story about me because this is not about my life but about me trying to buy a residential apartment in Chicago area around Humboldt park. I have a friend his name is Pedro. He is in charge of the apartment building and want to sell it for $500,000 to me but I don't have great credit score due I have paid off car loan which I had for almost 3 years and decide to pay it off completely to be able to relief some of my debt ratio so I can be able to afford purchase a house at the time. When I have paid off my car note my credit score drop from

My dad teaching me how to drive is a dream. Seeing him come home every night from work is a dream. His attendance at my graduation later this year is a dream.

It had been a few weeks since the incident, but, I still couldn't take my mind off of it. It was atrocious. It was midnight and I was restless. I kept tossing and turning. Finally, I sat up and sighed. I heard whispering, but, it was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. The whispering got loud enough for me to hear. It was Mother and Father. "I only earned a few cents this week. I don't think it'll help pay off our debts." Father whispered. He sounded disappointed in himself. "It's not your fault," Mother replied. "Why don't you look for another job? I've heard that the number of jobs has increased ever since immigrants like us have come to the United States." "Even if I find another job, I won't be able to escape the grueling conditions

Imagine a couple flying millions of miles to adopt two children who have been abandoned by their parents. They gave me a second chance at a better life in the US. It all started in 2001, Saint Petersburg Russia, Carrie and Brendan flew over the seas. Traveled to a tiny town called Luga to pick up my brother and I. I was dressed in a child's dress and two hot pink bows. I was too young to remember most of these events but I’ve been told many times how it went. I was very curious when my parents came to meet me in the orphanage that I stayed in.

Having growing up in West Texas surrounded by so many people whose stories trace them back to Mexico, the topic of immigration is one with which I am very familiar. Furthermore, as a first generation Mexican-American, the son and grandson of immigrants, immigration is one of the most important issues in my life. The immigrant story is my story.

There I was sleeping wonderfully one summer morning, and then all of a sudden I heard the never-ending sound of a lawnmower right outside of my window. As I was walking into the kitchen barely awake with nothing but my boxers on I heard the lawnmower come to a sudden stop and my granddad comes in and says to me “come help me boy” in his thick Vietnamese accent. Somewhat annoyed, I threw on some clothes and went outside only to discover that he wanted me to cut the front yard. Unfortunately I couldn’t even crank the mower up; usually a parent would intervene and crank it for you but not my granddad he just stood there watching with his stern look and well placed E-Z-GO cap. Eventually I get it to crank so off I go plowing through the thick, wet grass. I finished very quickly and at that moment I thought, “Why does it take my granddad forever to do this easy job?” I turn the lawn mower off and my granddad very calmly cranks it back up and cuts over the whole yard again. As confused as I was, I simply went back into the house and carried on with my day. I never asked why he did that, I’m assuming that my job was horribly done and only now it makes sense as to why I finished with such speed.

I got a call from ILS about your visa. They said, that insurance must cover all period staying in Russia. It's means , that with your travel insurance your visa will be only for 10 days (from Mar 10 - Mar 20).

It is a warm summer day when Curt was doing his daily chores. He was cleaning the pig pen that smelled like the rear end of a cow when the big boar would not move. He picked up the 700 pound boar, and holding it in his arms, turned to place it elsewhere when King Frederick (also known as Fred) came to the barn with some of his soldiers.

Life of an immigrant is not easy, let alone navigating through a plethora of obscure banking concepts and products. It is even more overwhelming for an older generation, in a foreign language. Working in the financial services I realized that I could make newcomers’ lives easier by sharing my expertise and knowledge of the industry. For over a year, I delivered financial literacy seminars, in a simple, jargon-free language, to the members of the Russian speaking community. The topics included basics of banking, importance of saving, and understanding credit history. Not only did I feel proud of my contribution to the community, my workshops helped the newcomers avoid some of the common pitfalls; it taught them to be responsible with money and

Except those seeking the shaman, people rarely travelled the path to the lair. It crossed several fast moving streams where the shaman placed logs across to walk on. The trail crossed the face of a hill with a long drop to the valley below. Father had pointed it out the night before, but it was only in the daylight that I realized how lucky I was not to have stepped off the path.