for @mariannewest in #freewrite
When I arrived in the USA, I was quite poor – had enough money only for a studio apartment and very modest food. So, a good meal was always on my mind. Besides my English was in a rudimentary state.
Walking along the street one day, I saw a poster staked in the ground that said “Open house.”
I thought for myself “What an amazing place this country is! Just like this for a passerby all the doors are open and maybe there is something to eat there.” I dreamed of some finger food like chips and salsa, or maybe vegetables and dips, or maybe even chicken nuggets with a hot sauce.
However, when I entered the house, it was something quite different. I walked around the house and looked at the staging. Looked nice but there was no free lunch. )