Story of an Immigrant
In the late 1990s, in Russia, our lives were about to change forever. It was a dark and a difficult time to live in. Many people were living in poverty. Corruption and crime reigned and it was very hard to avoid it. Luckily for us, my father was a respected and a successful businessman. One day, when my parents were in Moscow, they saw a fortune-teller’s booth and decided to go in. What they were told that day was both socking and terrifying.The fortune-teller told my father that she did not feel his presence in Russia in the near future.
Weeks had passed and my parents were still puzzled by the disturbing revelation. With the kind of friends my father had, he knew that things would not end up well. This allowed my father to see more clearly in what kind of place we were living. He witnessed many misfortunes of his friends and worried that his children would never have a good future, if they decided to stay. Fearing the worst, my parents came to the conclusion of leaving the country. Two of my brothers were about to be old enough to serve in the army, but my parents did not want them to go. They had to make a decision and quick. My father reached out to his best friend and asked him for help. Once everything was arranged, it was time to go. We were so hurried to leave that my father had no choice, but
to give away our house and sell his restaurant and his store to his friends at an unreasonable price . Most of the money we had was to pay the price of our departure. We took everything we could carry and left to Mexico.
We left everything behind and finally arrived at the overpopulated city of Mexico city, the capital of Mexico. With four young children to worry about, almost no money left and with no understanding of the spanish language, how are you supposed survive in a place where violent crimes such as kidnapping and murder are committed on a daily basis? Those were the kind of problems my parents had to overcome. Fortunaly, we stumbled upon two other russian families that lived in the same building as we did. We finally were no longer alone and we could rely on each other. With the help from our neighbours who were locals, they were able to find my mother a job as a waitress in a fancy restaurant. While my mother was working late and very long shifts, my father stayed home and took care of my three brothers and myself. Working with people all day allowed my mother to quickly learn spanish.
Being from a country like Russia, my parents have seen almost anything one could possibly imagine, but they had absolutely no idea how dangerous the streets of Mexico were at night. When I was listening to their story, my mother told me how ‘ignorant’ and ‘naive’ they were and did not have that sense of fear the locals had. She once told me a story about how one day, as she and my brothers were walking back home, they came across a crime scene where a man was shot and killed in broad daylight or how a security guard in...