As a immigrant to New York city about 30 yrs.ago, I've got lost, nobody help me except only mighty God is my only security guard . Once I bought the cheapy vw car and then I was stuck on highway rt. 95 for more one hour, I do not know how to contact to towaway or police , I was waved to the passenger car for one hour.At last one police car look like undercover detect. stopped and recommanded to call a number of police and towtruck ,but my English does not work. So I was singing just like this; I want to cry.I want to cry really in my mind.Love,amigo left me alone.I arrived to somewhere and I will know what it is.I will know what it is when I will arrive to heaven or hell.You go ,then feel and know what is. I want to cry again with my spirit is not here, maybe in hell or heaven.If I go to overseas,espcially in Korea,the public called me a kind of orange or banana,If I am here somebody called me chico or chino. Where should I stand?
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