The trip across the Atlantic is perilous; German submarines have been known to torpedo even neutral ships. However, the three weeks of bouncing up and down end safely, and you disembark at the Mexican port City of Veracruz. Some of the cargo from the ship is being sent to Mexico City by truck, and you ride along, uncomfortably on top of the crates in the rear of the vehicle.
In Mexico City, you find the synagogue and enter just at the time of the Mincha-Ma'Ariv prayers. When the services are over, you introduce yourself to some of the worshippers. They are astounded at your story. One of them offers you a room at home, a good meal, a bath — all the things a free person cherishes — even the friendship of other free and safe Jews.
You learn Spanish, make friends with other members of the congregation and their families, and then decide, with the help of one of your new friends, to get a job selling clothing in a store owned by a member of the Jewish community.
You are so grateful that you volunteer to tutor young children in Hebrew so that they can celebrate their Bar/Bat Mitzvah. You become a welcome and respected member of the Jewish community, and you live out the rest of your life in contentment.
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