An endless train, I wondered if we were ever going to reach our destination, Black Hawk Nevada. I felt so alone. Mama and Papa were already so scared about our journey. A new unknown place, with new people, a new language. Mama and Papa couldn’t speak any English, and the only thing that I knew in English was our destination, our new home, Black Haw Nebraska. I looked outside the window and took in the scenery. There was an endless amount of land around me. The fluffy white clouds rode in the pale blue sky, being slowly driven by gentle breezes towards the southwest. They reminded me of piles of pillows. I began to imagine faces and shapes within them. The blue of the sky, where it could be seen between the clouds was paler near the horizon and slightly darker higher up. The soft green grass, which sloped gently to the left had been mown a few days before and new blades of it were thrusting skywards, each blade trying to outdo it’s neighbor and get the greatest share of the sunlight. I wanted to remove my worn and unpolished shoes and my brightly striped socks with a hole in one toe and run across the soft grass. The feeling of it under my bare and tender feet would be like running on a rich luxurious carpet. I was ready, ready to start my new life.