August 6, 2010
Going Home
New York City
My family immigrated to the US in the summer of 1973.
We got off the “boat” (airplane in our case) on the night of June 30th.
All around us New York was boiling in luminescence, heat and humidity. We didn’t know where to look.
A family friend waited for us at the Kennedy Airport and drove us to their house in Queens.
My parents, sister and I were jet-lagged, dazed, overwhelmed, frightened.
What was this world we had landed in?
What kind of place was this enormous, sprawling, ear-splitting, airless, labyrinthine mosaic of a city?
Home.
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