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I am an immigrant. I was 8 years old when I came here with my parents shortly before the collapse of the USSR (around 1990). If we weren't granted political asylum, we would probably have been dead or rotting in a soviet jail.
My parents are both engineers by training, but when we first arrived, they worked as cleaners, cafeteria workers, and babysitters while I was put through the public education system. We had no place to live, so a family friend let us stay at her apartment. I used to go around the neighborhood with a big garbage bag, collecting beer cans and bottles, and redeeming them for change.
Today my mom is an engineer, and my dad co-owns a business. I have a college diploma and a steady job. Soon I will try to get a post-graduate degree as well. Throughout all this, my family and I still keep our cultural practices and traditions alive.
Am I living the American Dream? Hell yes.
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You do not use a Macintosh, instead you use a Tandy
Kompressor break your glowstick, Kompressor eat your candy
Kompressor open jaws, Kompressor release ants
Kompressor watch you scream, Because Kompressor does not dance
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