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Leaving For Ellis Island
Toyday I will leave from France to Ellis Island, New York to get away from this war. It is June 15, 1915 and World War I has been going on for 10 months and i need to get away before they find me. My hudband was shot while fighting and the man that shot his is now dead as well thanks to me. Escaping is the only way to keep my child and I safe from someone taking me away if they were to find out. My little girl stays with my mother in hiding until it's ok for them to cross over to the US safely. -
1 Week
I started my first day of work today. I have been here for a week and I already miss everything about France. People here are rude, especially my boss. He thinks everything revoloves around him and that I'll do whatever he says. I know I need to stay strong. I have gotten this far, I must keep going. I keep thinking about the day i will see my baby girl again. I wonder why I came here and I remeber it was to keep her safe as well as myself. Hopefully things here start getting better. -
Week 2
I hate working in the meat industry. it's so dark and dirty. Back in France this wouldn't be acceptable. Today some man named Upton Sinclair. He was takig notes and looked disappointed. After he left the boss was very angry with all of us for no reason. Screaming, yelling, he was so angry. This isn't going to get any easier is it? -
Why is he here?
The Jungle was the name of the book. That Upton Sinclair guy, he worte a book about our meat industry. He almost put us under. Everything he said was true though. The rats, the dust, everything. We almost we under. No one ate meat for what felt like forever. There were certain laws like the Pure Food and Drug Act of 1906 and meat inpection act. It's a good think i still have my job or I would be in serious trouble. -
She's Here
Today was the day my baby reunited with me. Watching her boat dock was the best moment of my life since I've been here. Though I had only ben away form her for about a month, everyday I waited to get to see her again. But now that she's here, she must start working or else. -
Work Work Work Work
Now my child and I have been working for many months. Some days I don't know what would have been better for us, coming here and working 17 hour days or staying in France during the war feeling imprisoned living with the guilt of the murder I committed being scared for the rest of my life wondering if they'll find me. If only my husband were here to help me out. -
I don't want to die
The days are getting shorter. Day by day it's getting colder. You see poeple dying here and there. Some you have become very close to and others, strangers. I start to wonder if I should begin counting down the days to my own death. Hopefully working and being active I will be able to stay alive to make it through this winter period at least. -
The day I have always feared.
They have found me. After all this time of hiding and not having to worry about a thing. I should have just turned myself in. They came in knocking the door down they drug me out though I did not resist. I knew they would find out it was me one day then eventually track me down. So when the day came that they did I would just have to keep calm. One day I will be back in the open world to regain my freedom and live my life with no regrets afterall.
