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[Rachel, spoken]
Before we left they told me, "Take all the feather beds." In America, they sleep on hard mattresses. Even in winter!

[Jack, spoken]
I leave everything familiar behind. I will work. I will make. Nothing will ever be the same again

[Anna, spoken]
They told me I mustn't carry money in a pocketbook. I must sew it into the lining of my jacket

[Sal, spoken]
They said one virtue is needed in America: cheek. Do not say, "I cannot. I do not know."

[Avram, spoken]
Next year, in Jеrusalem - no. Next year, in Amеrica. Here is our Promised Land!

[All, spoken]
We talk about America. We dream about America. We all have one wish: We will be Americans!

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