One Seven One

Watching Brooklyn- life was hard as an immigrant back in the early 20th century. I can’t imagine leaving my family, not knowing when I’ll be able to return or if I’ll be able to return. I can’t imagine having to wait weeks for correspondence from family, not being able to easily call them or see their face on a screen. It’s insane the luxury we live with now, the convenience of connection. We should cherish this.

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