MY JOB

Dear diary its the year 1892,
i work in a meat factory. it is quite disgusting for one thing we mix our spoiled meat into everything killing the animals are the worst job becase their blood goes splat with every slice. the smell is horrible and we receive cows that have already been dead for days we grind the meat up and sell it to the stores in which people by them from. The rats are completely disgusting and the also end up in the meat grinders also. To top everything else there is no place to wash our hands. But that work for ya.

THE PROBLEMS AND HARDSHIPS IVE FACED IN AMERICA

Dear diary the year is 1895,
Day after day i work 14 hours everyday life seems so puzzled i came here in America with views of happiness but i find myself here in a room dark loud and everyone so dead to the world they move asif they were asleep working. no expressions just dark sad eyes around me. depression seeps down into my veins and is carried all down and up my body. I cant breathe i need air. i need help.

HOW IVE BEEN HELPED IN AMERICA

Dear Diary its the year 1892,
though life seems so worthless and a body can replace you in a flick of a thumb without all of which i have become i would be homeless on the streets in Germany i and my wife beging for food. Here we have received housing a job we have a new beautiful child the age of seven now. we would not have been able to keep him in Germany for we would have sarved him to death. i work my life away to insure my son a better life.Education will lead him through the golden door.