Thursday, November 19

Nuovo Mondo


America. After a two years’ absence, I feel like so many immigrants who came before me. And, although I know the country (I’ve heard the stories from NYTimes.com or Jon Stewart), and the language, I will be taking my impending trip with a new perspective… blogging about my experiences in the New World while I’m there…(these two months). It is not the promise of the Yankee Dollar, while my liras keep deflating...zeros added to them time again. Instead, with the strong euro, my American dream appears as a 50% off sale (when compared to European prices) and (relatively) cheap gasoline. Perhaps even 1 day dry cleaning and Tivo. And, as long as I avoid Starbucks, I might even find a bottomless cup of coffee at a local diner, but sadly, no free wireless.

While I do not carry livestock, I have little Trevor in tow, stuffed in a bag for the 16 hours (between take offs and landings) underneath my seat. I do not have to endure the trials of those immigrants stuffed in the bowels of the ships (although Trevor does), so wonderfully portrayed in the movie, Nuovo Mondo (or Golden Door - its name in English). But, traveling in ‘cattle class’ can, at times, feel much the same. Cramped conditions, no leg room, but at least treated to a movie while being served a wonderful grilled chicken dinner with a fudge brownie for dessert.

Stay tuned as I bring you my experiences in America…First stop, Newark Liberty International Airport [that would be, NEWARK LIBERTY all attached and not, Newark Airport or Liberty Airport, to use interchangeably as in the Fiumicino / Leonardo DaVinci debacle…].
Can’t wait to meet the Mother of Exiles as she greets me -- one lowly bit of 'wretched refuse' as described in Emma Lazarus’ epic poem. Of course, most of us being received only after finger-printing and taking shots of the irises of the eyes). And, while we have to claim on a form we've not been in contact with Mad Cows or various Swine (e.g. people), it still beats the health exams of Ellis Island of days of yesteryear.

"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"




* picture from NIAF - National Italian-American Foundation online banner

6 comments:

Dave514 said...

Francesca:
Welcome home! Enjoy your Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year!

Un abbraccio,


Davide

J.Doe said...

Hope you have a nice vacation and have happy holidays.
I look forward to hearing about your experiences in the USA.

Carol said...

I LOVE THE U.S.A.
This part has always hit me
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

but reading it in your blog this time,I realized trev is the one yearnng to breathe (and bark?) free.

Have a great time stateside.

Francesca Maggi said...

Yeah, but poor Trev - he's a lot LESS free in this country! No restaurants, no bars, they won't even let him walk around the airport!
And, once you're home in your expansive neighborhoods with grass, fields, and parks galore, he's gotta be on a leash!
You can't believe how fast those police or neighbors are all over that one!
If only we could install a 'Neighborhood Watch' in every ground floor apartment in Italy to make sure people pick up the doggie doo...

Francesca Maggi said...

Yeah, but poor Trev - he's a lot LESS free in this country! No restaurants, no bars, they won't even let him walk around the airport!
And, once you're home in your expansive neighborhoods with grass, fields, and parks galore, he's gotta be on a leash!
You can't believe how fast those police or neighbors are all over that one!
If only we could install a 'Neighborhood Watch' in every ground floor apartment in Italy to make sure people pick up the doggie doo...

Francesca Maggi said...

Yeah, but poor Trev - he's a lot LESS free in this country! No restaurants, no bars, they won't even let him walk around the airport!
And, once you're home in your expansive neighborhoods with grass, fields, and parks galore, he's gotta be on a leash!
You can't believe how fast those police or neighbors are all over that one!
If only we could install a 'Neighborhood Watch' in every ground floor apartment in Italy to make sure people pick up the doggie doo...