Ten hours of flying over the Atlantic ocean and you are in another world. It's the land of wonders, dreams and hopes.
New York is a lovely place to visit. First you see when you are approaching this tremendous city is the Statue of Liberty greeting you.
This huge Woman (93 meters tall) presented to the Americans by the French people is a symbol of freedom and democracy.
You can also admire it travelling on a Staten Island Ferry. It's a passenger ferry service that runs between Manhattan Island and Staten Island.
It is provided 24 hours a day 365 days a year. It's free of charge.
You are impressed (not depressed) by skyscrapers. The highest and the most famous is the Empire State Building(443m)The view of the city from the 86th floor (you can get there for 45 seconds by a lift) is breathtaking.
Time Square is the center of musical life and the adverts are so colourful.
My impression? People are so cheerful, helpful and look like without any problems. They seem to be happy! Even the squirrels... .
At that time there were no slaves in the USA. Slavery was abolished in 1865. CAN YOU GIVE THE SOURCE OF YOUR INFORMATION?
A lot of people donated money to make the basis for the Statue.
Here is interesting information from the Wikipedia:
"In June, New Yorkers displayed their new-found enthusiasm for the statue, as the French vessel Isère arrived with the crates holding the disassembled statue on board. Two hundred thousand people lined the docks and hundreds of boats put to sea to welcome the Isère. After five months of daily calls to donate to the statue fund, on August 11, 1885, the World announced that $102,000 had been raised from 120,000 donors, and that 80 percent of the total had been received in sums of less than one dollar."
"The New Colossus" is a sonnet by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887).
It was written in 1883 and, in 1903, engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the Statue of Liberty.
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883
Some time ago I translated this sonnet into Ukrainian.