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humansofnewyork:
“We had to leave Russia eight years ago with two suitcases and our baby. My husband was a journalist. He was making reports about Chechnya. His only crime was telling the truth. The KGB came to our house and took all of our papers. They took our citizenship. We had to leave the country with Red Cross travel documents. We had to start over. Neither of us could speak English. My husband was an important journalist in Russia, but here he fixes swimming pools. Now he has big muscles but he’s very sad. I am very proud of myself. I was 30 years old when I came to here. I felt very alone. I had nothing. But I taught myself English. I taught myself to drive. The Metropolitan Opera gave me a job as a stitcher in the costume shop. They gave me a chance even though I didn’t speak English. I remember after a few weeks of working here, one of my coworkers gave me a dress that didn’t fit her anymore. It was the first time that I did not feel separate from this country. It felt like I belonged.”
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humansofnewyork:
“We had to leave Russia eight years ago with two suitcases and our baby. My husband was a journalist. He was making reports about Chechnya. His only crime was telling the truth. The KGB came to our house and took all of our papers. They took our citizenship. We had to leave the country with Red Cross travel documents. We had to start over. Neither of us could speak English. My husband was an important journalist in Russia, but here he fixes swimming pools. Now he has big muscles but he’s very sad. I am very proud of myself. I was 30 years old when I came to here. I felt very alone. I had nothing. But I taught myself English. I taught myself to drive. The Metropolitan Opera gave me a job as a stitcher in the costume shop. They gave me a chance even though I didn’t speak English. I remember after a few weeks of working here, one of my coworkers gave me a dress that didn’t fit her anymore. It was the first time that I did not feel separate from this country. It felt like I belonged.”
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