If life in a communist country can be summarized as “living in a zoo cage” capitalist life would be then most appropriately described as “the wild life”
And the wild life has but a simple rule: You don’t hunt you don’t eat!
That means that if you are a new comer to the capitalist jungle and you have no “pack” to protect you, no friends and no relatives to teach and support you, your only help is your welfare check. Until you learn how to hunt you have to live on the crumbs falling from the table of plenty.
Welcome to America!
I spent the first thirteen month of my free life on welfare.
One month, navigating the bureaucratic paper work required for all political refugees coming into the country and just being blown away, dazed and confused of pretty much everything America was; Six month to learn the English language and six month in an ITT vocational school.
I remember running out of money at the end of one month. The hardest month ever.
All I had in the fridge was a couple of slices of bread, a quart of milk and three large potatoes, one for each day until the welfare check would come in.
I would have a piece of toast and a glass of milk in the morning then I would go to school. I would come home at five, bake a potato and eat it with a cube of butter.
I would do my home work and then just lay in bed in order to conserve my energy.
I have never had a harder time in my entire life before or after that.
I have left behind everything I ever had: The loved ones, my family, my friends all my possessions, my language and culture, my country my memories.
Here I was a stranger in a strange country leaving on welfare, three potatoes away from starvation; but I will tell you something stranger even than that.
Those thirteen month of my life as hard as they were, they were the happiest days of my adult life.
I would wake up every morning with a smile on my face. And that piece of toast and that glass of milk would be the best breakfast I could ever want. I wouldn’t have changed it for caviar and foie-gras, because you see those thirteen months I was living on dreams.
Those thirteen months were the months of infinite possibilities. Those thirteen month were the month of miracles and wonder.
I have never been so focused in my life. I have never had such a clear vision, such a purpose and drive.
I was the complete master of my destiny and like a conductor conducting a symphony every note was in perfect harmony every action and every thought was intertwining in a flawless melody.
I had nothing to loose and everything to gain. I was the fountain of my joy and happiness; I was the spring of infinite hope and inspiration; I was complete.
I was walking the streets of Hollywood an enlightened Buddha and I didn’t even knew it.