Boston,
27th June 1867
Dear Maisie,
I write you from Boston where I’m living now.
If I didn't wrote you earlier, that's because I didn't wanted to spend money.
It has been hard for me to get money this winter.
I hope you didn't worried about me.
Once arrived to Boston, I searched for a job but I didn't find one.
At the beginning, I lived by the street, with no money, no house, no food.
People who were walking the street sometimes pay attention to me, but it doesn't mean that they gave me money.
I should have not ate anything for 3 or 4 days.
The food was scarce so I had to steal it.
I felt really isolated and pessimistic.
I was suffering from hunger and I was needy, winter was coming..
I thought I would die here and never see you again.
But one day, in a cold evening, an old grandma came to see me.
She told me that she could help me and she told me to follow her. I did it.
Her name was Elizabeth and she was living alone in a little house next to the sea.
I stayed in bed for one week and she gave me food.
When I was restored, I started to find again a job.
And I found one, in a grocery.
I was finally lucky, and I started to trust in the American Dream when I saw money starting to come in my pockets.
I am really happy to see all what I've went through and what i became now.
I still live with Elizabeth.
She's really nice with me.
I should send you 200 dollars in one week.
I recently had a new idea : I'll go do prospecting in Yukon.
With summer comes the ice melting so that'll be easier to find a gold nugget and get rich.
That will be risky but I think that will also be a great and exciting journey.
Your brother,
Danny.
April 2014
Voĉdoni nun! 