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Attracted by the boom in America, my nephew teamed up with a Korean to illegally cross the Bearing Strait in the Arctic to America.

At first, he made a living by means of raising cattle and then was hired in aircraft industries.

He lived in a Catholic district. Taking in a small percentage of Pakistani immigrants, the majority of the residents were from Italy and Denmark, who all kept up their customs and cultures. Different blocks here were distinctly marked out and indicated from the racial angle. It was unfair and needed reforming.

To avoid the Customs' punishment, they hid in a small ferry called the North Pole Seagull, sitting back to back without sleeping, showering and shaving for 3 days, and had no chance to mourn their lost luggage when landing.

But with nowhere else to go, my nephew lived on and managed to make a life for himself.

The hardship of this crossing was apparent.

The man was elected vice chairman of the Socialist Party later. It occurred to my nephew that he could grasp this opportunity to ask for his help.

My nephew's fortune came when he bravely helped a conductor brake a ream to stop it from slipping out of the rails.

Unlike a great many other applicants, his application was approved by the Federal Justice Ministry.

The man who was thankful helped him apply to the civil authority for the right to live in America by inserting his brave deed into his documents.

Before long, he started his own bakery and lived a better life.