A Eulogy to my Grandfather

On New Year’s Eve, 2018, one of the most sacred days for Russians, when families get together, as for Christmas, to celebrate the New Year, my grandfather passed away, at 4 AM, from a heart attack. He was hospitalized the night before, but because he had difficulty breathing and drifting in and out of consciousness, my father made the decision for us to not go to the hospital to see him. So I found out over 10 hours later, after, as originally planned, going to my football game, during those last hours when I naively thought everything would be just fine. I caught an interception. Though I did not check my phone at the time, my mother texted me that my grandpa has passed away just a few minutes before. He was watching me make that interception, and probably enjoyed it immensely. I am dedicating it to him!

Rather than mourn my grandpa, he would want me to celebrate his life. So I shall, with a eulogy. Who was my grandpa, exactly? Son. Husband. Father. Grandfather. Veteran. Survivor. Refugee. Immigrant. An honorable man. A decorated World War II veteran with a distinguished military career, which cut a promising soccer career short, my grandfather abhorred war, seeing the life-changing affects it has on both soldiers and civilians. He has always maintained that war should only be as the “very last resort”, staunchly opposing the Iraqi War, and before that, Russian bombing campaigns in Chechnya, for example. Himself a victim of anti-Semitism, and having freed concentration camps, he saw firsthand how bigotry can morph into genocide, and was a staunch opponent of racism, preferring to develop friendships with people of different backgrounds, ethnic cultures, and religions. Whether making friends with his Chinese, Irish, and Indian neighbors, or developing relationships with American, Canadian, British, and French soldiers in Berlin, he has always enjoyed learning about other cultures. He was passionate about volunteering, travel, and sports. My grandfather, the athlete and the Army Tanker, was one of the most gentle human beings I have known. He made sure that his family and friends were taken care of. He was always there to provide advice, or just a s a shoulder to cry on. His massages, whether for my father, my grandma, me, or his numerous friends and colleagues, were legendary. A strong family man, he has provided me with the challenge to follow in his footsteps, as well as to do right for my family and friends.

My grandfather had a difficult childhood, having grown up during the Great Ukrainian Famine, You thought the American Great Depression was bad? Try living for days without food because Joseph Stalin initiates the “Holodomor Genocide” against Ukrainians to cease Ukrainian independence. My grandfather, went hungry often, yet managed to survive, despite having so little.

Despite the tough times, my grandfather became an excellent athlete. By age 14, he was playing in the 5^th Division of Soviet soccer, under the Dynamo Kiev academy, semi-professionally, as a striker. With 7 goals and 9 assists in 36 game, he may well have been on his way in turning pro. But then, World War II happened.

When the Nazis attacked the Soviet Union, my grandpa’s entire family was in danger. As Jews, they fled to Kazakstan on overpacked trains. These trains were at risk of getting bombed by German fighter jets. The alternative was getting captured by Nazi soldiers, taken to the forests, and getting shot in the back, in cold blood. Two years later, as soon as he turned 18, my grandpa joined the Soviet Army as a Tanker, during one of the worst and most murderous low point of the war for the Soviets, at the Siege of St. Petersburgh. Along with the fighter jets, the tanks provided primary cover for ground troops, saving millions of lives and being at the forefront of repelling Nazi attacks. My grandpa encountered several close calls with death. He had frostbite on both of his ears. It was so freezing that he literally had to take shots of vodka just to be able to feel his body. He was wounded, spending the rest of his life with a piece of shrapnel from a German grenade lodged inside his thigh. This caused him to never play soccer again. Yet he returned after his injury, to keep fighting.

As the Soviet Army repelled the Nazis and eventually entered Germany, my grandpa was right there. He was there during the last desperate days, when German “10 year old kids” were forced into the German Army, and he was forced to kill them, because otherwise they would have killed his comrades. He was there when the Soviet, American, British, and French Armies met, trading food, photographs, and cigarettes with Americans, Canadians, and Europeans. He was there when the Nazis surrendered.

During World War II, my grandfather won 16 medals for valor, including the Soviet equivalent of the Purple Heart. Yet according to himself, the most important task he completed was freeing the concentration camps. Auschwitz. Treblinka. Sobibor. My grandfather has never had a single nightmare from the war, nor PTSD….yet what he saw in the concentration camps left him with nightmares sometimes. “Charred corpses”. “Human Walking Skeletons”. My grandpa considered freeing the camps as his major achievement throughout the war, closely followed by helping to defeat those who created those camps and committed genocide against his people.

After the war, my grandpa fell in love with a girl, my grandmother, and married her. She had one condition: quit smoking cigarettes. Many people today can’t quit even with packs, pills, and gum. My grandfather did it cold turkey, and never had a cigarette since. Love was his only medicine. He was at the forefront of building infrastructure throughout Ukraine, managing the building of roads and highways. My grandma and him had just one child, my father, who had a happy childhood filled with love, skiing in the winter, and summer resorts in the summers.

Yet things in the Soviet Union were not good, especially for Jews. Frequent anti-Semitism meant that Jews were passed over for jobs. They were beat up. My grandpa has relatives and friends who have just “disappeared”. After my mom and dad married and I was born, my grandfather, a World War II hero, and so vital to building out the Soviet infrastructure, risked everything, left his friends and much of his family behind, and immigrated with us to the United States. He has always admired the US, since talking to American troops in Berlin and keeping some of their photographs. He believed in capitalism, seeing how Socialism deprived so many of the motivation to work hard, eroded adequate customer service, and left undersupplied products way below demand, creating hours-long lines. But most of all, he moved to the United States, so I, his only grandson, could obtain full opportunities as an American, where I would be judged on my skills and character, not by religion, like he sometimes was.

In the United States, my grandpa immediately set out to learn about his new country. A foreign language is difficult for people over 70 to learn, let alone computers, yet he learned both. He learned about American history. Followed the economy. Followed current events. Became an American citizen. Read the papers, in both Russian and English, and watched network news in both languages. Voted in not just every presidential election, but every state and town one as well. Met Mayors Tom Menino and Marty Walsh, as well as Governor Charlie Baker. My grandpa loved watching sports, so he learned football and baseball, sports that were foreign to him. He loved cowboy movies and shows, especially “Walker Texas Ranger”. More than anything, he was always there for his family. Whenever something needed fixing or maintenance, he was there. Whenever a new house was purchased and moved into, he helped with the maintenance, the upkeep, and the cleaning. He remained active, signing up for gyms, swimming in pools, jogging and exercising every morning. He loved being outdoors, as well as playing cards. Always active and athletic, my grandpa played badminton, tennis, and danced with my grandma all the way into his early 90s.

Most importantly, my grandfather made sure that my family was happy and taken care of. We always had food on the table. Every birthday, New Year, or Jewish holiday, there would be money waiting to be cashed, despite him getting minimum wage of about $500 a month from the American government. Up until high school, he would come by every other day with my grandma (my other grandparents would come by on the other days) and cook dinner, help with homework, or play soccer or throw a football around in the backyard. He taught me Texas Hold’em, and played chess with me. Every summer, he would take my grandma and me to a cottage at Dennisport, Cape Cod. He went with me to Red Sox, Celtics, Bruins, and Revolution games. He would watch the Boston sports teams play with me, but his favorite sport was soccer, which he once had so much promise in. Whenever we watched European soccer leagues or the World Cup, he would analyze the action on the field, telling me what should have been done, and analyzing every strategy. I wish I could be the soccer player he was, but unfortunately, I am much less athletic or cooler than him; my soccer dream ended after high school.

Never again will I celebrate New Years’ with my grandfather. We shall not exchange gifts, take shots of vodka, nor drink champagne on January 1^st, at 12:00 AM .It is so easy to just get depressed, and to hate New Years’ Eve. But My grandfather would never want that. Rather than leave a bitter taste every day for New Years’ he would want me to make resolutions, and then to actually follow through on them.

So here’s mine. I will try to be at least 50% the man my grandfather was. I shall do my best to stand up, and speak out for social justice, common decency, and human rights, even when doing so is unpopular or inconvenient. I shall enjoy the diversity of my friends, neighbors, and work colleagues, learning about their cultures, trying different foods, going to new parties, and places of worship, and celebrations. I shall travel more, take more photographs, and laugh more. I shall continue playing and watching sports, work out, and stay active and fit. And when I start my own family, I shall do all in my power to provide them with the best life I can, investing in every opportunity to continue achieving the American Dream that my grandfather always wanted for me.

Grandpa, rest in peace. I shall always love you. I shall always cherish the 30 years of lessons and memories that you have taught me. And one day, we there will come a point when I, and our entire family, shall be reunited once again, this time forever.

Letter to the United States, from a Refugee and a Proud American

Dear United States of America,

I am writing this because as a refugee, as an American, and as a human being I need to speak out, or I won’t be able to sleep at night..

Two weeks ago, my family celebrated our 23^rd year of living in the United States. To do so, my parents, grandparents, and I had a family gathering, where we took a trip down Memory Lane, looking at photo albums. Like every year, my family reminded me of how we came to the United States, and why. We came as Jewish refugees, leaving family and friends behind. We made this sacrifice to flee anti-Semitism, rampant street violence, corruption, and a crashing economy. We risked our entire livelihoods to search for a better future, and a better life. And we found it! Decent jobs, our own property, the ability to travel, cars, grandparents well taken care off, the ability to speak your mind, study what you want, pursue a career that interests us, and innovate. We have reached our American Dream!

Yet while reaching it, sometimes we got so busy that we missed what is going on right under our noses. Two weeks later, I came to realize that, while we were toasting the successes of our new lives in America, the country that we adopted was starting to become unrecognizable. The same country that, 23 years ago, welcomed immigrants and refugees, now jails them. The nation that provided 7-year-old me money, clothing, food and recreation, is now taking the kids off the arms of their mothers and putting them in cages. I shudder to imagine what would happen to me if this was the fate of my family!

Unlike too many of the hypocrites who are now in the United States as refugees and immigrants themselves, I haven’t forgotten where I came from, or how I got here. The ONLY difference between my family and the refugees seeking a better life, is that they are dark-skinned, while I’m Jewish. They weren’t born in a Socialist country; I was. Their country of birth is not hostile to the United States; mine, at that point, was. That’s the ONLY difference. To infer otherwise is tomfoolery. How can any immigrant, refugee, or asylum-seeker, legal or not, be opposed to something that he or she used, and would use again without any hesitation oncesoever, to build a better life?

Some may claim that my family is legal, while others are not, but what kind of excuse is that? Who decides who is “legal”? It’s ironic, isn’t it? To become “legal”, Russian Jews first had to suffer through pogroms, then the Holocaust, then Russian Socialism, all to earn the right for “asylum”. How many holocausts do the people already suffering from gang violence and lawlessness need to go through before the United States gets its head out of its ass, and wakes up?

What the Trump administration is doing is despicable. It is inhumane. It is a black mark on our history. We claim that we are so-called leaders, in aid, in humanity, in empathy. We want other countries to follow our lead, to admire us, to “spread democracy”. Yet we are blind to the human rights violations happening right at home, under our very eyes. Worse, so-called “Americans”, who claim to believe in God, who consider themselves as decent human beings, who espouse “family values”, are actually defending separating children from their parents. What kind of illness has befallen our country? When shall we take the antidote to cure us from our sickness?

For anyone outside of the United States reading this, I want you to know, this is NOT THE America I know. The majority of us Americans do not, and will not support this criminality. We shall, and are fighting it. We shall resist. And, while the black mark on our history has already been stained with permanent ink, we shall make sure that it is but a tiny blot in our history. The humanity, and the future of the United States depends on it!

Love,

Gary Gorny

Refugee, Immigrant, American, Human Being

One Crazy Aussie Adventure

Introduction:

What do you get when you exile a bunch of prisoners convicted of long-term prison sentences, or to death? Australia, of course!  With its summer-like weather, unique wildlife, beautiful nature, and sprawling, modern cities, I was excited to visit this wonderful country over Thanksgiving, where I have both relatives and friends. On the agenda was Cairns (beautiful beaches, and wildlife), Melbourne (amazing nature, modern sprawling city), Ayers Rock in Uluru (the home of Australia’s indigenous people), Canberra (the capital and Australia’s Washington DC), and of course Sydney, (city living and stunning beaches). The only obstacle in my way—the 30+, six-stop flight: Boston to Montreal to Toronto to Vancouver to Brisbane to Cairns. Although I can’t fall asleep on planes, I spent the time reading novels, watching some good movies, and getting addicted to “The Big Bang Theory”, so found a way to be productive!

Cairns:

Cairns is the tropical area of Australia, known for beautiful beaches and spectacular nature. Once formed as a route for miners, the city’s population declined when an easier route was discovered (at Port Author), but it is still the 5^th largest city in Australia.

First, I visited the Great Coral Reef, which is an island with nice beaches. I was not that impressed. The beaches were OK, but I can find plenty like them, even in other parts of Australia. I did not see too many fish, and nothing very unique. Most scarily of all, November is the beginning of Box Jellyfish stingers season. If bitten by one, the stings can cause cardiovascular failure and instant death within 2-5 minutes! The box jellyfish are also blue and transparent, making them difficult to spot. The answer by the Great Coral Reef beaches is to hand out specialized wet suits, which they recommend people wear. But this defeats the entire point of swimming, of enjoying the water on your skin, while treating your body to natural salts, so I never wore one while swimming. On average, Only one person a year is hospitalized on the Great barrier Reef beaches, although 5 were last year, so I liked my chances. Sometimes, you need to take a risk to enjoy life, you know? Fortunately, I was never stung.

The next day, I went to the Kurunda National Park. This park has beautiful cliffs and lovely walking trails. Unfortunately, it also has saltwater crocodiles, tree-climbing kangaroos, and 2 of the 5 most poisonous snakes in the world. So taking a scenic train ride is a lot safer. That said, I did get to check out some of the less dangerous wildlife, unique to only part of Australia, and fed kangaroos and cuddled with koalas. A very unique and cool experience, indeed!

Melbourne Area

The first three days in Melbourne was spent on the Great Ocean Road. This 200km road is a scenic drive, and this was the first time in Australia where I rented a car. Driving in Australia is a little scary at first. They drive on the right side of the road (as in England, whose queen is also the queen of Australia, as well as Canada). It was a little difficult to focus at first, and I almost ended up taking a couple of incorrect turns the wrong way! To make matters even more complicated, the turn signals are on the right, while the windshield wipers are on the left. So several times, when I tried using my turn signals, I turned on the wipers by mistake!

Anyways, back to Great Ocean Road. With its rolling cliffs, high cliffs, and stunning mountain and beachside views, as well as the challenge of driving through the winding, curvy roads, it reminds me a little of Amalfi Coast in Italy. There are 2 things that the Great Ocean Road has, that the Amalfi coast does not, however. I saw wild kangaroos frolicking and mating , right on one of the beaches, which was pretty sweet. The coolest site was the “Twelve Apostles”, which is a formation of 12 rocks abutting from the beaches. These were formed by extreme weather conditions, as the Southern Pacific Ocean gradually eroded the limestone, forming caves in the cliffs, which then became arches, eventually collapsing and leaving tall rock formations near the shorelines. It looks very cool, like natural monuments abutting right out of the sea!

I only spent one full day in Melbourne, Australia’s 2^nd most populous city, with a population of 4.7 million. Originally, 3 native aboriginal tribes, totaling about 2,000 people were the first inhabitants. But when white settlers arrived, they basically provided these poor natives with the American Native American treatment. The Natives were dispossessed from their lands via rescinded treaties that were annulled by white Melbourne leadership. Today, the city has a sistership with Boston; we share a passion for sports and a hub of well-educated people. It is a lovely, modern city. The walk by the Yarra River is a must-do, as each next bridge has its own unique design. The high scrapers have unique architectural builds, such as turning the bricks in various directions and angles. The streets are wide and full of nightlife. I had the opportunity to see the entire city from the top, including its cricket stadiums. Unfortunately, I did not have time to go to any of the museums, including studying the rich stories of immigrants at the  Immigration Museum or checking out the diverse marine life at Melbourne’s world-renowned Aquarium.

Uluru (Ayers Rock)

The next stop on the agenda was Uluru, also known as Ayers’ Rock. Much like Melbourne, Ayers rock was the home of an aboriginal tribe, the Anangu, who have lived there for over 10,000 years. During the late 19^th century, however, as white people moved in and established police patrols, many Anangu fled out of fear. However, in 1920, part of the Uluṟu–Kata Tjuṯa National Park was declared an Aboriginal Reserve (a sanctuary for the aboriginals). Then, in 1985, the Australian government returned ownership of Uluru to the Anangu, under the stipulation that the land would be leased out to the National Parks and Wildlife agency for a period of 99 years and that it be jointly managed by both the National Parks and Wildlife Agency, and by the Anangu. This has led to most of the current Ananga moving back to their ancestral home.

The Ananga prefer to enjoy nature, rather than photograph it. There are many “holy areas” were they ask tourists not to take photographs. When a tribal member of the Ananga dies, photographs at the park of them are covered up. Also, the Ananga ask for tourists to refrain from climbing onto the Red Rock (this has recently become illegal, though climbing was allowed until just a couple of years ago).

The Ananga have many stories on how nature and physical landmarks have come to be. A couple of my favorites: “Uluru was built up during the creation period by two boys who played in the mud after rain. When they had finished their game, they travelled south to Wiputa ... Fighting together, the two boys made their way to the table topped Mount Conner, on top of which their bodies are preserved as boulders.” Another good one: “Kuniya, the female python, lived in the rocks at Uluru where she fought the Liru, the male poisonous snake (there is a snake-like line on the Kuniya mountaintop). It is said that taking a rock from Ayers Rock home as a souvenir brings bad luck, so don’t do it!

As Uluru itself, it is VERY hot there, like over 90 degrees. It is fun to walk around in the heat though, observing the sites. The sunrise and sunset gleam off the Red rock, making it look purple, a beautiful site to behold. Also, the Ananga have a nightly lights display, where tourists can walk around and enjoy various changing light patterns of lights (bulbs are planted all over a field). Just one word of caution though: watch out for the wildlife, especially the “Kalaya” (Emu), “Liru” (poisonous snake), “Lungkata” (blue-tongued lizard), “Luunpa” (kingfisher) and “Tjintir-tjintirpa” (willie wagtail).

Canberra

Canberra, up in the mountains, is Australia’s version of the Poor Man’s Washington DC. There are a bunch of agencies and the Parliamentary building, which is so much smaller than Congress. The funniest, and probably insulting building is the “Aboriginal Embassy”. Google image it (or look at my Facebook photos). It looks more like a restroom than an embassy; an oversized porter pottie! Running through downtown Canberra is the artificially-made lagoon. Most of the sites can be accessed by simply walking around the lagoon (couple of hours). Trophy wives park their cars near downtown and walk their dogs or exercise in their yoga pants around the lagoon, while their husbands play politics during their day jobs. The coolest monuments there are the tributes to the military, especially the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which is both a series of outdoor monuments and a museum inside of a beautiful building. However, other than that, there is not much to do or see in Canberra, few museums, and the city itself is underwhelming.

Sydney

I spent the most days at Sydney, 5 days, because I have relatives living there. First discovered by the English in the late 1700s, convicts were exiled here. Violent confrontations occurred between the new settlers and the aboriginals at first, until half of the population was killed by smallpox, and their rebellion put down. With more peaceful times established, Governor Lachlan Macquarie initiated various infrastructure projects, having convicts build roads, bridges, roads, etc. Later, gold was discovered in Sydney, bringing more explorers into the city. Today, Sydney is Australia’s most populous city, with a population of just over 5 million. It’s always interesting to know how much of Sydney’s current population is descendant from British convicts!

Sydney has turned out to be one of my favorite cities. The city sites are just lovely. Everyone knows about the Sydney Opera House, which has an attractive and unique exterior architectural design (the inside of it is not as interesting). I participated in the Sydney Harbour BridgeClimb, where I got to climb on the the arches of the bridge, and even have lunch at the very top. It certainly counts as my “do one thing a year that scares you” activity!  What I liked the most about Sydney though, was the waterfront. So many boats, and unique birds, on beautiful warm days. Darling Harbour and the Fish Market are relaxing to hang out at and to walk around the city. The Barracks Museum and the Australian Museum do a fantastic job of explaining Sydney’s history, which, after aboriginals, began with exiled English prisoners moving onto a new life in Sydney. The coolest story was of Mary Smith, a convict’s girlfriend, who after her hubby committed a crime and was sentenced to death, later had his punishment commuted to life in Australia….so she committed the SAME crime, to get the same punishment, and be sent to Sydney, to be with her man (this commitment to love should be added into all marriage vows).

An hour outside of Sydney is the Blue Mountains National Park. When you look at the mountains from the right angle, they literally look as if they have turned blue. The trails showcase natural tree limbs that are as powerful as ropes; once such branch, which can be touched, can even support the weight of a car. There are lifts and trains that take passengers throughout the hills, providing stunning view, including form the bottom, via glass floors. It iss a very unique park, with features (i.e. natural branch ropes, blue-looking mountains), that I do not believe can be found in the United States!

Of course, Sydney could never be complete without its stunning beaches. My favorite was Bondi Beach. Its beachside resorts are all colorful, like the houses in South American countries (such as Puerto Rico and Columbia). Outside the beaches, there are various clubs, including surfing clubs, 2 KM ocean swim training, and VIP exclusive clubs with dinners for $500+. The water itself is rough, but still suitable for swimming, if you like waves, know what you are doing, and understand how to get out of a strong current. Across form the beach, there is a spot that is made into skating rink in July only. Every July, one can literally ice skate, and then go swimming (or vice-versa); how cool is that?

Conclusion:

My trip to Sydney was exactly what I needed. It was the perfect combination of exploring natural wonders, interacting with unique wildlife, lounging on beaches, enjoying fast driving, and exploring city life. I had the opportunity to hang out with friends, while making new ones, and catch up with relatives, while of course, cheating the Boston winter for 2 weeks. It was exciting to explore the many sites and sounds of this a newish modern country with varied wildlife and diverse people, yet whose first aboriginal inhabitants have lived there even longer than native Americans in the United states. I’ll be back, for sure, during another one of Boston’s winters, of course! 

The Latest Attack on our Immigrants is a “RAISE” to the Bottom

To make my point on how the RAISE Act hurts every American, let me first tell you a personal anecdote.

On a warm summer morning in early June, 22 years ago, my parents and my father’s parents packed their suitcases, kissed their family, friends, and neighbors goodbye, and hopped aboard a plane leaving from Kiev, Ukraine, for a new life in the United States. They wanted the chance to be judged for their character and their skills, rather than for their religion. Most of all, they wanted the opportunity to provide their child, me, with a better life. We were able to immigrate to this nation due to a relative living in New York City, as refugees. For over 2 decades, I have watched as my parents made a new, modestly successful life for themselves.

When my parents arrived to this country, they did not know a word of English, nor had money. We relied on the generosity and kindness of the local Jewish community, as well as the American and MA government, to survive. Meanwhile, both my father and my mother began attending community college, to learn English and to improve their skills for landing the right job. My mom, who was already a computer programmer, found a job with State Street, where she is still employed to this day. My dad, a nurse, began caring for those who most need support and care, our elderly. Before my parents could become successful in their careers, they first had to spend money to acquire the required skills and pass the necessary exams, not to mention invest a significant amount of time, before investing even more time in their jobs.

While my parents worked their butts off to climb up the social ladder, my grandparents took care of me. My father’s parents immigrated at the same time as us, and my mother’s grandparents joined us a year later. While my parents worked long hours, proving themselves as capable employees and overcoming corporate abuses meted out to newly hired immigrants, with few cards to play, it was my grandparents, who cared for me after school, and during summer and other vacations. They helped me with homework, took me to clubs and for playdates, and vacationed with me at the Cape. Along with my parents, my grandparents taught me morals and respect for all people, regardless of background or economic status, and to always help those in need, as they themselves were helped. They educated me on history, on current events, and on our fortune of living in the United States.

But who cared for my grandparents? The United States, by allowing them to immigrate here and setting them up with Medicare and Social Security payments. Massachusetts, which provided subsidized housing, and helped fund a care center for the elderly, free of charge. The city of Boston, which under the leadership of the late Tom Menino, checked in on the elderly, including my grandparents, ensuring adequate heat in the winter and air conditioning in the summer, with Mayor Menino meeting with my grandparents personally to hear out their concerns.

In return for helping my parents get the tools required to become successful, and continuing to take care of my grandparents, the United States got a hardworking family, who has achieved much of the American dream. My parents owe 2 houses and a car. They travel, both domestically, and abroad. They donate money to causes. They have paid hundreds of thousands in taxes over these past 20+ years. Spending money from their pockets is invested into local businesses, supporting thousands of local and national businesses and millions of jobs.

Allowing my grandparents to move to the United States, and being cared for by the American government, has allowed me to become the man I am today. Rather than becoming bankrupt on paying for 4 elderly peoples’ housing conditions and medical needs, my parents instead invested in my education, purchasing first an apartment, and then a condo, in a city with one of the best public educational systems in Brookline. I was privileged go to a private math school, hire an English tutor for the SATS, and attend chess, soccer, basketball, dance, journalism, and numerous clubs. My parents were able to save up enough money for me to attend Boston University, one of the best, but also most expensive, universities in the nation. Investment in my education has allowed me to get an awesome job, making almost 6 figures, but more importantly ,helping people and businesses access the tools required to operate. Now, I, like my parents, pay thousands in taxes, have a car, and donate money to causes.

This personal tale is not to brag about my family’s successes. It is to illustrate that under current American leadership, our story could have never happened. Not if the RAISE Act, the latest vicious attack on immigrants by the heartless and cruel penmanship of Senators Tom Cotton, of Oklahoma, and David Perdue, of Georgia, and endorsed by the imposter masquerading as President of the United States, becomes law.

The RAISE Act would stop immigrants from sponsoring their “parents, adult children or siblings” from immigrating, depriving these people of the opportunity to spend time with their own families. It would eliminate the lottery system necessary to produce a diverse population, instead preferring those with “language skills, for holding advanced degrees” Unsurprisingly, the RAISE Act would halve annual immigration, from 1 million, to 500,000.

This act represents everything that the United States stands against. This is a country where immigrants, from all over the world, come to seek a better life, without forfeiting never seeing their parents and siblings, nor the opportunity for children to bond with their cousins and grandparents. This nation is famous for “pulling yourself up by the bootstraps through hard work, determination, and risk-taking, possession of English and advanced degrees, or not. Every immigrant dreams of building a better life for his or her kid, a wish that requires adequate resources, investments, and help from extended family. The RAISE Act splits up families, punishes children from knowing their own families and deprives immigrants of time, money, and resources to properly invest in the well-being of their offspring.

Under the RAISE Act, my family would never be in the United States today. My relative in New York would not be able to bring us along. Even if my parents and I somehow made it here, without my grandparents in the United States, my parents would have to sacrifice their own skills, education, and career growth, to care for me properly. And if somehow, magically, my grandparents did make it to the United States, without the availability of government-sponsored programs, my parents would have been bankrupted by enormous housing and healthcare expenses, as well as time to care for my elderly grandparents. I would have never received the necessary education, and been deprived of the diverse the teachers, professors, and friends who have been so instrumental in preparing me for success in my career.

Now, take me, and multiply me by the 500,000 new immigrants. That’s 500,000 people, each year, who do not become successful like my parents and me. Billions in tax revenue lost. Billions in spending taken away from businesses, removing the demand for millions of jobs. Is this how we want to treat our newest immigrants? Cut off the opportunity to invest in themselves, before they even had a chance? Tear them away from their families? Deprive their offspring of the education required in creating the next great innovation, of becoming the next Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, or Sergei Brynn?

The United States of America has taken good care of my family, and in return, is awarded with productive and patriotic citizens. Now, it is time for me to speak out, so the next family of immigrants is not deprived of the very same opportunities I enjoyed, and continue to take advantage of, today. I ask my fellow Americans to write to their Congressmen to do the right thing and vote against the RAISE Act. The United States of America is built on the backs of immigrants, and family is the glue that keeps us competent, productive, and happy. Let’s all tell our leadership, especially the hypocrite who owes his fortune from his parents’ investments in him, lives with foreign wives, and spends plentiful time with his own numerous children, HELL NO! Let’s’ all raise our voices to put down the RAISE ACT, an attack on the potential and successes of immigrants, and by extension, the future of very country, once and for all!

Italia….I Came, I Saw, I Conquered Saw, Swam and Enjoyed

Italia….I Came, I Saw, I Conquered Saw, Swam and Enjoyed

As someone who has studied Latin in high school, Roman history has always fascinated me. Italy has always been on my bucket list of must-dos, and this August, I finally had a chance to do a trip. What a country. What architecture. What stunning views! What beauty!

I spent just one day in Rome, but boy did I get a lot done, The first stop was my favorite: the Colosseum. Built in AD 72, the “Flavian Amphitheater” was built by the profits of the Great Jewish Revolt, primarily on the backs of Jewish slaves. We can say that technically, Jews built this top Roman tourist attraction, which was used for gladiator and animal fights, and could hold up to 80,000 spectators! The Colosseum was badly damaged in 217, and since then has been rebuilt to show an important part of ancient Roman history. I got to walk inside the Coloseeum and see the “stage” where all of the fights took place, as well as the tunnels leading to gladiator’s locker rooms and animal enclosures. What a cool view! I’ve never seen anything like it before…it was so cool literally looking at thousands of years of history!

After the Colosseum, I saw Rome’s “other” attractions, which are all located in the “Cento Storico” area of Rome and is a must-see for anyone in the city. First up was the Roman Forum. The site, known by ancient Romans as the “Forum Magnum” (meaning Big Forum), was basically ancient Rome’s city center, the heart of Rome….a market place, where elections were held, a place for parades. It served as a court room (criminal trials were held here), a stadium (speeches and even gladiatorial fights were showcased), a bazaar (street shops), and basiacally as the meeting place for all Romans to discuss life. Forty meters above the Forum, we strolled by Palatine Hill, where, according to mythology, lies the cave where Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome were raised by the wolf Lupa. Next up was the Pantheon, which was originally built as a temple to God of War Mars, but is now a church. After walking down to look at the beautiful and majestic Supreme Court of Rome, we finished the night meditating to the serene sight of the Trevi Fountains, a fountain built in the Baroque style, and one of the most famous fountains in the world.

For the next 2 days, we rented a car and drove from Rome through the Amalfi Coast, seeing the towns of Positano, Sorrento, and Amalfi. Describing these places is impossible on paper, or even photos, as this beauty is best illustrated by going there yourself. But the Amalfi coastline is absolutely my favorite place in the world. As you drive down the narrow, winding streets, you see the Meditteranean Sea from miles high. You see boats and yachts enjoying the water, as the bright-red sunlight gently gleams along the waves, making it look like a sea filled with gold. Hugging the coast, on the cliffs, there are all kinds of colorful houses, right in the mountains. As you drive all the way down to the Amalfi Coast, get out and look around you. On one side, is the mighty Mediterranean; on the other, up on the cliffs, colorful houses all around the coast, right in the hills. It’s such a unique and awesome sight. You have not seen anything until you’ve driven along the Amalfi coastline!

One word of advice when visiting the Amalfi Coast: have a skilled, experienced driver, and make sure you have a good GPS, which you follow, without going the wrong way! Driving along Amafi is a freaking nightmare. First, you have winding, curving roads, where one wrong move will send you barreling down the cliffs to your death. Secondly, the roads are narrow, and don’t even have the line dividing the 2 directions. So slow down, enjoy the view, but make sure that you don’t hit cars travelling in the opposite direction, head-on. And hope you are not stuck behind a bus. When 2 buses travel in opposite direction in the Amalfi Coat, one must pull over, almost to the edge of the cliff, and the other must slowly, skillfully pass ahead. This causes traffic jams in both directions. Also, some of the roads are super narrow; your car will barely fit. By the way, good luck finding public parking. You are basically going up or down a mountain, so parking spaces are super limited. When we got lunch, we spent over an hour just looking for parking! Finally, do not miss your turn, because if you do, you will need to go the long way around, to get back where you were, because there are usually only one way to go to specific places. So, perhaps, at this point, you might be thinking, “why drive, I’ll just take the bus”? Good luck with that. As we were told by local Italians, the buses are notoriously unreliable. We witnessed this firsthand, as a bus just went by a bus stop, never bothering to pick up the poor people waiting there! So in sum, drive along the Amalfi Coast, but bring the best driver ever, who won’t speed, won’t drink, and won’t crash and be that idiot who ruins everyone’s business/vacation by causing a traffic jam for the entire day, with thousands of angry Italians and tourists cursing you out.

On my 4^th day in Italy, I rented a private yacht, with 3 friends, for just $90 Euros, including free lunch and beers! The yacht took us from Positano to the island of Capri, and along the way, we swam up to the caves and explored them, got a close-up view of the cliffs, and swam in the Mediterranean, while sunbathing right on the yacht! When we finally arrived in Capri, we took a bus up the hill downtown. The city itself was kind of a disappointment, but people should go to Capri for the swimming and the beautiful views more, anyways. For one day in Capri, I felt like a rich person….tanning on a yacht, drinking beers, swimming wherever I want, and seeing whatever I am interested in. The rich life is addicting…..and the private yacht was one of the best, happiest, most relaxing days of my life! More motivation to work hard, and become successful!

While my friends and I were happily enjoying Capri, without a care in the world, Italians and tourists just hundreds of miles away had probably the worst day in their lives. A devastating earthquake basically destroyed the entire town pf Amatrice, northeast of Rome, and a couple od the surrounding towns. Over 200 lives lost. Entire houses, neighborhoods, and communities destroyed. Rescuers from all over the world working 24/7 to dig out the rubble and finding survivors. It’s so heartbreaking, and a helpless feeling, knowing you can’t do anything to help, other than give money. The tragedy taught me the value of living each day to the fullest, and enjoying life every chance you get, because no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

Speaking of natural disasters and destroyed towns, on my 5^th day in Italy, we went to Pompeii. Pompeii was an ancient Roman city, today between Amalfi and Naples, that first suffered a devastating earthquake in AD 62, and then was completely destroyed by the volcano cause by Mount Vesuvias in AD 79. The volcano killed over 2,000 civilians, although some of those who ran away in the opposite direction, IMMEDIETELY after they saw the volcano erupt, had a shot of surviving those who stayed behind, or dithered to gather belongings were certainly burned by the ash). Today, Pompeii has been preserved to showcase the history of the town. Walking through thr town, you can see the city’s streets, houses  (both of the rich and poor, a Colossum arena (which held up to 20,000 spectators, but had fights banned after the citizens of 2 towns had a violent fight, inside the arena, to 20,000 spectators), preserved bodies, profane and sexual wall graffiti, and ash-covered statues. Actually, Popmpeii was more disappointing than I expected, but perhaps it was just that there was a lot of walking on a 90+ degree F day.

After Pompeii, we drove to Naples. Naples can best be described as the American equivalent of Detroit. It looks like a run-down city. The roads have potholes. The houses are rusting. The entire city looks depressed. Naples is also one of the hubs of the Italian mafia (Sicily is the other hub), with the powerful and influential Camorra family running affairs out of that city. Looking at the city, it looks like they have stopped making their payments to government officials, probably after the recent police crackdowns on them (when my parents visited in 2009, they literally saw mob-related arrests!)

My 6^th and last day in Italy was spent at the Vatican, which is the holiest site to Catholics, and the only country in the world (just over 800 citizens) not to require passports or visas. We checked out the museums, which are filled with ancient Egyptian, Greek, and Roman artifacts. We marveled at the ceiling of the Cisitine Chapel (where I don’t have photos because they are banned), which was drawn by Michaelangelo and illustrates “The Creation”, “The Fall of Man”, and the “Promise of Salvation”. Next up was St. Peter’s Basillica. The popes give speeches from the balconies here. The pope has services here on Sundays, and blesses the crowds on Wednesday mornings, except for the summers, when he does this from his personal residence, about 20 miles away. According to Catholic doctrine, the apostle St. Peter is buried here at the Basilica. We visited the Vatican on a Friday, so saw the preparations for Sunday’s services. It was a sweet experience to marvel at the beauty of the Vatican overall, and to learn about the history and main tenants of Catholicism. With my visit to the Vatican, I have now seen Judaism’s Wailing Wall, Catholicism’s Vatican, various Hindi temples, and the mosque at Taj Mahal. The only religion whose most important sites I shall likely never have the opportunity to experience is Islam’s, as Mecca and Median bar non-Muslims form visiting, and visiting the Al Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem will likely cause an international incident and heat up the Israeli-Palestinian conflict (screw politics, why can’t we just all live together in peace?)

So, what did I learn about Italy and its people? The locals are friendly, most of them speak English, they know how to suggest and have a good time. Talk to locals, and you find out the best deals….what to see, cheap private cruises, what transportation to take, where to party. One thing that surprised me was the drying of clothing; as in Croatia, people dry them on clotheslines, outsides. Are drying machines not used in Europe? Driving actually isn’t as bad as I imagined on the highways, but I’m not so sure I could drive on the Amalfi Coast. Finally, some random facts on Italian sex life (I plead the 5^th on how I know these): at 45%, Italian men have the third highest cheating on wives rate, behind Denmark’s 46%, and Thailand’s 56%; former Prime Minister Silvio Burkusconi clearly has sexual dreams of black men turning into women, as he has hired strippers to wear masks ans impersonate both the ex-footballer Ronaldinho and President Barack Obama; and prostitution, technically legal in Italy, is done not in hotel rooms, or even cars…..but in public parks, behind bushes. All highly ironic for a highly Catholic country which literally

Welcome to Hrovatia (Croatia): Extreme Sports, Dalmations, Crazy Views, and Morning Hibernations

The first part of my Summer Tour With Friends’ involved a boat tour in Croatia, along the Dalmatian Coast. After we found and boarded the boat, we began the sail along the Dalmatian Coast. What was our boat like? It was not a cruise ship. There were no 5,000 people, casinos, roadway musicals, gyms, mini golf courses, or even a pool. Ours had 3 decks, each guest had a room, with a roommate, bed and shower, and there was a cafeteria. The boat could hold about 35 people. On the top of the boat was the sundeck. We could work on our tans on it and exercise in the sea by jumping right off the boat (when the boat was stationary, and there was no current, of course). For food, there was always breakfast, lunch most times, and dinner sometimes. Local Croatian cuisine, such as a full bass fish (including head and tail)…decent food, though not the best I’ve had. The boat was owned by 5 Croatian brothers, who all worked on the boat, so it was really cool to help out a family-run business and get to know their story.

Who was on our boat? A couple of Englishmen, a Canadian, some New Zealanders….but mostly Aussies. I am actually mad at my mom for failing her Australia interview, and not moving there. The Aussies take multiple weeks, even MONTHS for vacation. Sometimes they don’t take vacations for 2 years straight, but accumulate months for one large trip, lasting several months! Some, like government employees, get 6 weeks off, plus another 2 of unpaid time. The Aussies are all over Europe now because it is winter in Australia. Also, since Australia is so far away from everywhere else, they save money by seeing lots of places at one time. On our boat I have realized how “exceptional” Americans truly are….exceptional at treating the working class like animals, that is. While every developed nation in the world has universal health care coverage, price ceilings for drugs and medication, paid maternity leave, and charges 20K or less for a year of college education (with no interest on college loans), here in the States, the working person gets treated like shit. No wonder so many are stressed out, driven to commit mass shootings, and vote for Donald Trump, not to mention ignorant about the world outside of their own borders. But enough about American politics…you all want to hear about my adventures in Croatia, right?

Funny story behind the name “Dalmation”. In the mid 19^th century, the local government in the city of Dubrovnik created a voluntary police force, but more as a tourist attraction. 101 Croatian women were each assigned a Dalmation puppy. They usually take photos with tourists, but can also top criminals by tazing them, then waiting for the real police to arrive (American cops, take note. Instead of killing people, why not have hot women taze them instead?) The next male politician who came to power also created male force….where each of the 101 male Dalmation was handpicked by one of the female ones (the males then also had their own Dalmatian puppies)!

On the first day, after a delicious Croatian lunch and a brief swim stop at the Peljesac Peninsula, where we could dive into the water from the top deck of the boat; we landed in Makarska. This town on the coast of the Adriatic Sea, with a population of just under 14,000, is known for its swimming holes and its cave bars. We went for a swim, and did an obstacle course, right in the water. This obstacle course is a bit like “Wipe Out”; you have to pass several challenges, without falling into the water….it’s difficult, but fun! On the shore line, there are some sweet souvenir shops, and beach bars. In the night, it’s party time! There are literally bars inside caves, and we went to one. But perhaps the party of the day belongs to the Polish wooden boat party, which, needs no caves. They blast music, right on their boat. Even kids, with parents, are on this boat! Who needs a club, when you can just make your own!

The next day, we spent the afternoon at Mljet National Park. This is a park where you can do lots of adventure related activities. You can bike. You can kayak. Or, like me, you can swim across one or both of the pristine, warm lakes! I also went in this super slow electric boat. You kind of drive it as if you are playing a video game on a console, except it is so slow, that I beat it swimming by myself! You could have tied yourself to me, and gone faster, than taking that boat! At night, we played this Canadian game called “Box”. Each player must pick up a box with his or her mouth without touching the hands or knees to the ground. After each round, the box gets cut to become shorter. As players fail to pick up the box, they are out. I was just average at this game; most of the girls beat me, then everyone else. Ladies, how are you so flexible. And where did you pick up the rare talent to pick up boxes with your mouth, right off the actual floor? The one downside of licking a box partially eaten by 30 people, of course, is also eating their germs. Which I did, and picked up a cold. Which makes a trip to Dubrovnik less fun, but…..

Dubrovnik, our next destination, was one of my favorite cities in Croatia, despite me not being a “Game of Thrones” fan, and suffering from a Box germ-induced cold. This city, under UNESCO World Heritage protection, survived an intense bombing campaign in 1992 by Yugoslavia's Yugoslav People's Army (JNA), composed mainly of Serbs, which bombed the city after Croatia declared independence from Yugoslavia, a former Soviet satellite state. The occupation lasted for seven month and damaged 56% of the real estate of Dubrovnik. We can still see the after-affects and the bombed-out buildings, even today. People in Croatia are of 2 minds when it comes to the conflict. The younger generation is not comfortable, and sometimes even outright refuses, to talk about it. The older generation, on the other hand, does not appreciate Croats who moved away during the conflict, often mockingly asking them “where were you in 1992”?

Back to the city tour. After lunch at a restaurant that can seat 40+ people outdoors, the group went on a “Game of Thrones” tour. It was interesting to learn how the show makers cover up electrical wires with flowers, to beautify the surroundings. Apparently, Dubrovnik is where some of the “Game of Thrones” scenes were taken, including some wedding, and some “Walk of Shame”, where men get naked or something? The tour ended with photos on the “throne”.  If you are into “Game of Thrones”, you will really enjoy this tour, I think. I enjoyed it, but was mostly confused….

But Dubrovnik is so much more than history and “Game of Thrones”. It is a city filled with beauty and fun. Climbing up to the top of the cliffs, you see spectacular views of the fort, with kayakers and jet skiers starting out their excursions. As you reach the cliffs, it’s time to cliff-dive. The cliffs look scary, and for the taller ones, you need to know what you are doing, and how to jump correctly, to avoid serious injury. I jumped from one of the lower cliffs (please don’t tell my mom or grandmas)!. Despite looking quite scary, jumping off a cliff is actually quite fun. It does not hurt at all when you land in the water; to jump, you should not think about it, or you might chicken out. Just close your eyes, count to 3, and jump off, then reopen your eyes to see yourself fly! Once you do it once, you want to do it again and again….but that first jump is always the heart-stopper.

Dubrovnik also has some of the best nightlife I have ever seen. We went to this club, “The Revelin”, which, of course, is a club inside a cave. Like in Prague, they serve entire buckets of alcoholic drinks, that, just as in Prague, really mess you up if you don’t pace yourself,(yes, I was the one messed up. Again, please don’t tell this part to my mom or grandmas)! There is live entertainment, including a guy playing the saxophone.

After a wild night out in Dubrovnik, the next afternoon called for a more relaxed, toned down walk around the city of Korcula. This is the home of Marco Polo (who was actually born in Italy, but spent most of his life in Korcula). We saw his house and the museum, then had a delicious lunch at the Lambarda Bay, but mostly it was a quiet night, where we just enjoyed the city views.

On the 5^th day we finally arrived to Hvar. The town is covered in pine forests, vineyards, and olive groves; it even has fresh-water lakes, which, unlike most of the rest of Croatia, makes it an ideal farming location. As you walk around town, be inspired by the awesome views from the fort, of islands dotting the coasts, with green hilly trees hugging the mountains. But do not let the serenity of what you see outside fool you, as Hvar is actually a wild party town! First, we had drinks at the “Hula Hula Bar”, which has spectacular views of the city, as you enjoy drinks. But good luck getting up there. You have to climb a long, winding set of stairs. Definitely not a place for people with disabilities….or anyone drunk! You can easily fall to your death off the top of the wall. I wonder if anyone had died, or been injured at this bar? In the USA, the conditions would be considered unsafe, and the bar would have never been allowed to operate. The real party (here you can get drunk) is at “Carpe Diem”, though which is a nightclub on its own island! A boat takes you there and back, and the party gets good (filled with people) at around 2 AM-4 AM. There is even a robot dancing to entertain the revelers! If you come early enough, you can reserve a table, by buying a bottle of alcohol, all under $200 Euros. Good luck getting such a deal in Boston, or in New York!

On the 6^th day, after swimming at Zlatnin Rat on Brac Island, near Bol (Golden Horn), one of the most famous beaches in Croatia, we arrived to Omis. Don’t let this sleepy town’s initial appearance fool you, as this city is full of adrenaline. Our adventure started with white-water rafting down the Cetina River…..but in between, we managed to swim down waterfalls, climb pitch-dark caves, and bathe in 50 degree F stream waters. You can only raft here during the summers, though, as the water rises to dangerous levels as winter approaches, beginning in October. At night, we went to this local pirate show, which apparently happens annually, and we were in the city that entire day. The show itself, unfortunately, was quiet underwhelming, and not as interesting as expected. Omis also offers ziplining opportunities. It is a must-do activity here. You will never regret cruising over 70 km/hour, for 400 meters, as you hang 100 feet over the Cetina River and the forests surrounding it. Bring your camera, the views are just spectacular, and it’s really not difficult, nor scary to zipline, at all!

After 7 days of Dalmatian adventures, our boat has arrived to right where it started, Split, another city under UNESCO World Heritage protection. You know right when you are downtown this large, beautiful city because one thing stands out at you….the markets. Lots of outdoor mini-shops selling all kinds of cheap, colorful stuff. I even snagged a 500 BILLION Yugaslavian currency note! You also notice the boats. So many. Sailboats, yachts, cruises, party boats….you name it. This makes sense, as shipbuilding industry is flourishing in Split, and many companies offer cruises along the Dalmatian Coast. On the last night of our boat trip, after dinner by the Bacevice Beach Promenade, I got to watch the Olympic Basketball semifinals with a bunch of Aussies. Australia supposedly is supposed to have a decent team, but don’t tell that to me. When you put up just 15 points in the entire first HALF, you just suck! Understandably, my Aussie watch mates were quiet for much of the game, and gave up after the third quarter, and went home, rather than continuing to torture themselves with the blowout.

After the boat tour was over, my friends and I stayed one more day in Split. We went to check out Diocletian's Palace, built by the ancient Roman emperor Diocletian in 305 AD, as a retirement home. After the fall of Rome, it was abandoned until the 7^th century, when local residents fled to it to escape the Croatian invasion. Today, you can still see the ancient walls of this beautiful, grand palace. On Saturday nights in the summers, the plaza outside of it hosts dancing parties. Have you seen Russians doing Brazilian samba in Croatia before? I officially have now!

Some final thoughts regarding Croatia: it is a highly underrated European summer vacation spot. A great place to enjoy the sites, party, and try new activities. However, it does get old after a few days. All of the houses, in every city look the same…gray bodies, and red rooftops. Each city has a fort and a church. Practically all of the beaches lack sand. Local Croats almost all know English, and they were friendlier than I expected. Overall, a decent vacation destination, especially if you like swimming in warm salt water and outdoor bars, but don’t stay for too long, as all of the cities look very similar.

 For those who have never been before, Kodasail is definitely a cruise I would recommend. The organizer, Chris, is friendly, and knowledgeable. You get exposure to various nationalities and get to learn about how people live in other countries, and their own countries. Go with your friends and enjoy learning the history, swimming, cliff-diving, whitewater rafting, and ziplining by day, and bar-hopping, dancing, drinking, and watching live entertainment by night, You may even make new friends for life, maybe even, literally, a boatload of diverse friends!

Mountains and Moose, Bison, Bears, and Beaches, Geysers, Lakes, and Crazy Driving.....Taming the Wild West!

First vacation of 2016! Time to leave the daily grind of work and school for a week and enjoy stunning nature. Time to exercise by walking, hiking, and jogging. Time to learn more about wildlife, geysers, and history. My vacation was perfect….even the weather cooperated and it didn’t rain a single day! What does this mean? Time for my first blog of 2016!

Utah—Mormons, Bison, and Winter Olympics Success

First, we went to Salt Lake City. The city is steeped with Mormon history, and at the city’s visitor center, there are some pretty cool exhibits on the history of Mormonsim. The religion was begun by Joseph Smith, who allegedly had God offer him instructions while he was chilling in a forest. Mormons started in New York, then moved westward to Illinois, then to Ohio and Missouri. Their neighbors usually did not treat them well and kicked them out. As a matter of fact, a century before Hitler, the governor of Missouri at the time, Lillburn Burns, issued “Executive Order 44”, also known as the “Extermination Order”, which said: “The Mormons must be treated as enemies, and must be exterminated or driven from the state”. After the death of Joseph Smith, several sects of Mormons came about, based on which leader they chose to follow. The larges. Sect, with around 12,000 followers followed Brigham Young, and moved to Salt Lake City, Utah. Other sects are around Michigan Boston, and Philadelphia (Romney family, why did you abandon Philly?) A couple of interesting facts about the Mormons: they consider themselves as one of the lost tribes of Israel (which is probably a reason why they have historically treated Jews so well), and they are not allowed to drink caffeine or alcohol, smoke, gamble, or have premarital sex. What do these people do for fun? Well, at one point, they had polygamy (multiple wives), but that then died down as it is illegal in the States. SO I guess now they just go skiing, watch the Jazz barely make the playoffs, and follow the MLS’ Real Salt Lake (the ones in Utah, at least)?

The Mormon temple is just beautiful, though. It kind of looks like a Dutch castle, with water fountains springing up right across from the entrance. The church itself is surrounded by neat little green gardens….very organized and detailed. Downtown Salt Lake City also has neat houses…modern, large, and look comfy…I would live there if it wasn’t freaking Salt Lake City!. The only other notable site is Salt Lake is the Capitol, which kind of looks like DC’s capitol, just significantly smaller. I was surprised by the lack of security…probably since not that many people live in Utah.

Another cool place to visit in Utah is the misnamed “Antelope Island”. Instead of antelopes, there are herds of bison. Bison, also known as buffalo, were once all over the US….according to some estimates, over 64 million. But then, American settlers decided that bison meat is delicious (I can personally confirm that it is), and these giant animals were hunted, until only 300 were left at the turn of the 20^th century. But buffalo are now making a comeback…there are now 7,000 in the wild, in just 3 states: Utah, South Dakota, and Wyoming. Buffalo look kind of bizarre…..furry at the top, almost naked at the bottom. They seem slow and lazy, but watch out….piss one off, and you can get tossed feet by the powerful horns, by a large animal that can run up to 35 mph. Anyways, back to Antelope Island; other than bison, there is also a giant salt lake, but good luck swimming in it, as it’s filled with goo and has a shoreline made of stones. Other than the salt lake and the bison, the area actually looks pretty bleak and depressing, just a lot of sand and empty valleys. I didn’t like it…but watching a buffalo run at full speed is funny!

Of course, the 2002 Winter Olympic games were held in Park City, which is about a 40 minute drive to Salt Lake City. Today, the Olympics site has turned into a museum. There’s Olympic history, exhibits, skiing simulations, and even an obstacle course. Every weekend, there are ski jumping shows (the skiiers jump into pools during the summer), which I was fortunate enough to witness. The most fun part is riding in a bobsled. A professional driver actually took me on the very same course as the bobsledders used during the Olympics! In the winter, these go as fast as 88 mph; the Olympics record is 98 mph. But in the summer, I only reached 71mph. A bobsled ride is thrilling! You have to sit in a specific way, hold on to rope in a certain manner…even arch your back at a certain angle. It’s fun to be a passenger, but I think I’ll stick to driving cars at those speeds, rather than bobsleds! Boston could have done the same thing with the summer Olympics….have the world’s biggest sport in a city with the most passionate fans, then make money off the museums and activities, creating hundreds of jobs. The pone thing not cool about Boston is that some of us have this provincial, isolationist attitude about anything not Boston, and we can certainly don better.

South Dakota—Hall of Fame for American Leaders

The first stop on my itinerary at this state was Independence Rock. This is basically a huge mountain, which served as the North Star on the Oregon Trail. It is close to the halfway point of migrants travelling form St. Louis to Utah, Oregon, and California. If travelers reached this destination before the 4^th of July, they had a good chance of reaching their final destination before the first snows. If they survived the journey, that is. The most common deaths were due to getting run over by wagon wheels (driven by oxen or horses), and getting yourself shot with your own gun (LOL). Another common cause was dysentery, where a perfectly healthy person could die within 24 hours form drinking poisoned water. The dead were usually hastily buried in mass graves, wherever they died. Learning about the Oregon Trail reminds me of this game I played in elementary school “The Oregon Trail”, where you could hunt food, do other fun things, and yes, die of dysentery.

Of course, anyone visiting South Dakota must view Mount Rushmore. Gutzon Borklum embarked on the project to carve the faces of 4 presidents. Originally conceived during the Coolidge Administration, the carvings of faces of 4 American iconic presidents, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln (in that order, left to right) were finished during the FDR administration, shortly before WWII. The faces were made by blasting away parts if the mountains, and it was impossible to add anything back to the face post-blast , so the blasts required a lot of careful logistics and planning. At the entrance of Mount Rushmore, there is a flag of every American state, plus Puerto Rico and the US Virgin Islands, as well as the year that they joined the country. Once you get past these flags, you can walk around for as long as you want, snapping pictures from various angles. I got some good ones! Also, there is a team that monitors geological changes, flagging potential threats to the faces….so far there are none, but if there were, appropriate measures would need to be taken!

After Mount Rushmore, I also saw the head of the Native American leader, “Crazy Horse”, of the Oglala Lakota tribe. This chief was one of the few leaders who refused to sign a treaty with Americans settlers, giving his land away to them, instead constantly fighting against them. His biggest victory was at the :Battle of Bighorn” (also known as Custer’s Last Stand), and yes, I’ve also visited the site! He stood up for his tribe’s interests, and for that he has my outmost respect. Apparently, he also earned the respect of, Korczak Ziolkowski, a Polish immigrant and student of, who, along with his wife, privately financed, then built a huge head dedicated to Crazy Horse, carved out of mountain stone. Today, the family is continuing its artwork, working on Crazy Horse’s horse. The monument is larger than each Egyptian Pyramid, and each of the 4 faces at Mount Rushmore, combined. It is pretty expensive to visit, though, and, unlike Mount Rushmore, you can’t walk up to the mountain top by yourself, but must pay for a bus to take you up to snap pictures, and yuu only get limited time and angles to do so. Quite a ripoff, actually. And they say that private enterprise is always more cost-effective and efficient (haha!)

Other than mountains and carvings, there is not that much to do in South Dakota. Not many people, at all. Driving is fun, though! I got to break my US driving record of 115 mph, because there are so few cars (the speed limit is technically 80 mph, but there are practically no highway cops). The scariest part of driving in South Dakota is passing cars. There is only one lane of traffic each way, but you can pass on the opposite side of the road. Just make sure to leave enough time to get back in your lane, before colliding with a car heading in the opposite direction head-on….I’ve had a couple of close calls! Along the drive, there are many beautiful red mountains; the red represent opportunities to mine copper, which people have frequently done here.  Other than thrill of driving, Custer State Park is a cool place to check out, where there is this pretty lake, Sylvan Lake, where you can go swimming. The water is warm, and I was able to successfully swim across the lake (don’t try this by yourself, unless you’re a decent swimmer, like me). Also, when I was in South Dakota, I saw a forest fire, which is apparently normal and happens naturally, although fire crews were working on putting this one out. A forest fire is an interesting, a bit scary event to witness!

Wyoming—Wildlife, Wilderness, and the Wild West

Every person in the world, let alone the USA, should visit a national park. There is this power of nature. It calms you. It makes you feel healthier, stronger, more confident, more relaxed, at peace. It’s a way to wind down, to mediate, to recover, to learn. In the words of Laurence Rockfeller, “In the midst of the complexities of modern life, with all its pressures, the spirit of man needs to refresh itself by communion with unspoiled nature. In such surroundings, occasional as our visits may be, we can achieve the kind of physical and spiritual renewal that comes alone from the wonder of the natural world." My escapes form life were the Yellowsstone National Park and Grand Teton.

Yellowstone National Park. is a couple hundred miles long, and is the home to bison, deer, moose, bighorn sheep  also known as rams), both black and brown bears, and various species of birds, including eagles, hawks, ravens, and owls. Driving in Yellowstone is scary….on a couple of occasions, a buffalo was either walking on the road I was driving on, or on the opposite side! These animals may seem slow and lazy, but piss one off, and you are dead. So imagine driving, slowly, quietly, past a buffalo, just inches from you, and making eye contact! I also saw blackhorn sheep, deer, falcons, and a vulture. Yellowstone has a wildlife rule: stay at least 100 feet away from the bears and bison, and at least 25 feet from all of the other wildlife….trust me, a wise plan! Yellowstone, of course, offers more than just a home for wildlife. There are a couple of neat waterfalls and a few lakes (one, Yellowstone, is huuugeee); if you get lucky, you can catch moose or bears fishing (unfortunately, I did not!) The lakes are freezing, though, swimming is prohibited, and you need a ranger’s permit even to boat there.. The highlight of Yellowstone are the numerous geysers, though. There are only 6 locations with active geysers: New Zealand, Chile eastern Russia, the middle of the Atlantic Ocean (random!) and Yellowstone National Park. A geyser forms when there is heat, water, and an active volcano site, as well as a “reservoir” of water. With some geysers over 200 degrees Celsius, they are scalding hot….someone dumb enough to touch one could get injured and even killed! Geysers are dangerous, but beautiful. They are like pools you can’t swim in, just more colorful…red, orange, blue and green colors all mesh together as vapor fills the air. Truly a unique site you should check out for yourself, but see my geyser photos in the meantime!

The other national park worth checking out in Wyoming is Grand Teton. This park has some spectacular views of mountain tops. At first glance, you could be forgiven if you mistake the white tips for snow; they are actually just sand. Some of the lakes offer guided scenery tours, and I even swam and boated in one (String Lake). Grand Teton is most known for its active bear population, both grizzlies and black bears. I saw a black cub! There are signs all over the park warning you to leave all food locked in “bear-proof” containers. Do you know how to survive a bear attack? First you use bear spray, if the bear notices you. At the same time, make a lot of noise, hopefully scaring the bear away. If the bear still attacks, play dead. If the bear is still on you, as a last resort fight back. Never run! This attracts the bear to you and tempts it to give chase. Me? I would carry a knife. How does one “fight back” against a bear without any weapons? Better yet, stay over 100 feet from the bear, and pray it does nto notice you!

Of course, no story on Wyoming would be complete without mentioning its 2 historic towns, Jackson, and Cody. Jackson looks like it was taken right out of a late 1800s Wild West town, with similar architecture. The restaurants have live entertainment, and the bars can get quite rowdy. So different from an East Coast city, and so fun! Cody looks like a more modern city, and it was founded by William Cody, who many know as “Buffalo Bill”. This outdoorsman and explorer colonized much of Wyoming and other parts of the “Wild West’, eventually starring in “road shows”, which took him to 47 states and 12 locations in Europe, including a private viewing by the British Royal family. Cody once killed fought, and bragged about killing, Native Americans, but later in his life, as he got to know them better as part of the cast on his road shows, he changed his views and became one of the fiercest advocates for their rights, often criticizing how they were being treated by the American government, and even supporting Native American citizenship/He built a museum in Cody, and it was pretty awesome to elarn about his life, and the history of the city!