He was abruptly awakened from a fitful sleep by the loud blast of the foghorns of the transatlantic ship he was traveling on. After a rough night in a vicious storm at sea, he, his brothers, and the other immigrant steerage passengers had to escape their nighttime dungeon, and desperately rushed up to the deck to breathe the fresh, salt-tinged air.
What a great relief after a horrendous night of retching up a simple and sparse evening meal in that dank, crowded, rocking, reeking hellhole.
As he looked out at the vast, tranquil ocean with the warm comforting sun on his back, his long days of anxiety finally turned to hope. Standing at the rail on deck,
watching the great froth of sea being cut through by the sharp bow of the massive ship’s hull, he contemplated his future and planned for his arrival without knowing what to expect. The past then rushed up with many images flashing through his mind.
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He and his older brother had just sold a calf in the next town and were journeying back on a sinister and moonless night. It was dangerous because of much turbulent social and political unrest at the time, especially when one is semi-confined and restricted to one’s little village ghetto-like existence.
He remembered this very close call where his brother was driving, and for safety he was riding under a stack of hay in the back of the horse and buggy. They were stopped by a ragtag drunken patrol searching for an escaped political prisoner.
He feared being caught himself because he was sixteen, and young men of his age were under a strict nighttime curfew.
He recalled with a shudder how they searched the back of the open wagon and how a very sharp staff was thrust forcefully through the hay, missing his head by inches. This was just one of the close calls which you grow up and live with but never really get used to.
Getting closer to home over the plains and barren fields, they stopped for a short time to dig for wild potatoes for their family’s next meal.
With all the inequities and problems, and also his father being restricted from praying in his own chosen house of worship, he had a sudden great epiphany and concluded as a young man just starting out in life that his and his family’s future looked very grim and bleak indeed in this age-old, turbulent land.
Out of necessity and maybe even survival, he got together with his two older brothers and they made a detailed, daring plan for their escape and departure to the “New World” that they had heard so much about.
It wasn’t going to be easy for their exit.
The hard part would be to pool all their little lifetime savings and scrape up the rest needed for passage. And the even harder part was getting the approval from their authoritarian, tough old father.