I was never very rich, actually we were barely scraping by. But then the depression hit and I lost my job. We had no choice we had no money, no job and we were very hungry. Then one of my friends mentioned this train. It was going to California, I heard it was a paradice. When we got to the train it looked like everyone had the same idea as us. It was crowded and stinky, I lost sight of my wife as we tried to board the train. People are everywhere, hanging from the sides, some people are even falling back off the train. I can’t see more than a foot infront of me. The suns baking us, it’s unbearable. We had to leave our stuff behind because there was no room for it, not saying that we had that much stuff to leave. The only thing thats making me stay is a bekief that where were going we can start over. The trains starting, off to paradice we go.