My great-grandfather has been born in the U.S., in a then little town called Perth Amboy just south of NYC. He and his parents were parts of the generation in Hungary which produced a mass flow of immigrants, mainly heading to the U.S. to escape from the ever deepening economical crisis at the turn of the century.
I have never known him.
With google earth, this morning I have walked the streets of Perth Amboy. Yes the houses may have changed... and still, what a learning experience it was. I felt his parents' anxiety - can anyone imagine what bitter desperation can turn a young couple to leave their home and go on a journey that hides its very end from their eyes? Then, around 1901, a journey to the U.S. - and as a very, very poor Hungarian couple - was extremely dangerous. They have saved whatever they had and burnt all bridges behind when setting off.
I seriously look up at them. All of them who took the courage.
And when I walk these streets where once my great-grandfather has born, I feel that he is looking at me right now.