G O D I N A G O D F O R S A K E N L A N D  25 short minutes we spent sharing our dreams on the deck of that steamer, and we had bonded as friends, travelers, and sojourners. I wished I had words for him. I wished I could say something to make his life important. Somehow, I knew he now had reached the most important dream of all who live. I then knew that the freedom of spirit, and the pursuit of that freedom, were things that people died for. My immigration, my voyage to a new world, was in and of itself a worthwhile goal, yet I also knew that there was more, and I would come to recognize it. “Adolf, I know I’m doing the right thing,” I said. He smiled, “Now you have found yourself.” “I have begun to find myself; I will find more as things unfold. It is much as a spool of heavy thread—it shows its true colors as it unwinds, and one sees its true beauty as more of it becomes exposed.” Each day of the voyage began to resemble the one before and the one after. If I went to the back of the ship, I could see yes- terday, and if I went to the front of the ship, I could see tomor- row. The faces became familiar, and we made the small talk of people with time to pass. I listened more than I spoke, and as the dreams of others came to me, I wondered if they might become my dreams as well. I saw hope, and I began to feel a new opti- mism as we neared our destination. The shore of America came into sight; a haze upon the water. Baltimore had become the greatest destination for immigrants, next to New York. The connection between Bremen and Balti- more, using the North German Lloyd Steamship Line, not only provided me the voyage to America but also included arrange- ments with the Baltimore and Ohio Railway to transport me west, all on the same ticket. I shall never forget the smell of land as we entered Chesa- peake Bay, headed for a place called Locust Point that was next to Fort McHenry. The first smell of land as it mingled with the