17
Apr
08

Project: Human Barrier Deconstruction II

This installment of Human Barrier Deconstruction honors an extremely gifted writer/blogger named Veronica Romm. As a young girl, Veronica, and members of her family, left Russia for the United States.

This is from her About Me page:

I was born in St. Petersburg, Russia in 1973 and my family bravely immigrated to the states in 1979. We arrived in Brooklyn, Brighton Beach to be precise, with all the other Russian immigrants hungry for the American Dream. Unfortunately the Cold War was still in full swing and my arrival was met with some rather harsh tormenting and teasing. Good news, it made me a stronger kid and taught me very quickly the ways of the world. Perhaps because of this early experience I am always rooting for the underdog, and am sensitive to injustice in all areas.

Her blog is entitled Who knew, and comes highly recommended. Her depth of understanding and insight into the human experience initially captured my attention. Veronica was very supportive of Johnny Peepers in the shaky leg days of Dillsnap Cogitations. For that I am eternally grateful.

Below is her blog entry detailing her abandonment of the old life in exchange for the new.

Goodbye Leningrad

A little girl I am whisked away. All together, Mama, Papa and Babushka (grandma) board a plane to who knows where. We all land safely, on some ground. I ask “Is this where we are moving to?”

“No, dear not yet, this is where we wait.” I am told.

Wait? Alright then, it is a lovely place. Near the beach we stay with Senora Maria. They don’t speak my language here, I quickly realize. They speak Italian, we are in Lodispoli, somewhere south of Rome, Mama tells me. There are children there and they are friendly, we play outside, mostly on the beach and I learn “ciao” and many new words as I play each day. I understand them soon enough and they laugh when I say something funny in Italian but they help me and I learn.

Three months fly by and the wait is over, we must board another plane. Babushka is tired and somewhat ill; she seems scared as mama and papa explain that we have the “Visa’s” whatever those are, but they are happy so I know it must be a good thing. As the plane lands safely once again I ask “Is this where we are going to live?” Mama says yes while busy making sure our parcels are all there.

There are very few parcels, and I was only allowed to bring my favorite doll, just one. I left the rest behind with my best friend, Katya. She seemed happy but still cried that morning when we left. She knew we would not see each other again; she was older than I and much cleverer.

So there we are in a very busy airport once again, waiting. Suddenly I am whisked into the arms of a beautiful young girl. She hugs me as black tears rush down her face. Mama is confused but I know this girl, it is Marina my only cousin. Mama is shocked she has grown so much, a woman she is and they hug and cry. Bella and George my Totya (aunt) and Dadya (uncle) are there too. Everyone is crying, but not me, it’s too exciting with all the commotion.

I hold Babushkas hand as we walk through “JFK” and it is a long walk for her. She is tired, very tired and I want to leave this place with all the strange people speaking another language I don’t understand. Marina speaks it well and I laugh when I learn my first word, “OK”. Everything is “ok” as we get into the van with our parcels and everyone in the van together. Mama and Bella keep crying and laughing, they act strange and nervous but I am OK. We are on our way to our new house, it is May 10, 1979 and it is hotter than I have ever felt before.


14 Responses to “Project: Human Barrier Deconstruction II”


  1. 1 Di
    April 18, 2008 at 3:59 pm

    Veronica, I loved your story. I specially liked the innocent point of view of a child with no expectations, open to anything and soaking in the whole experience.

    I am glad that your experiences have made you stronger and more in tune with your fellow human brothers and sisters. I will like to read more about how little Veronica saw that adjustment to her new home. I will definitely check your blog.

    Johnny, thank you for connecting me with this wonderful group…I am learning a lot.

  2. April 20, 2008 at 5:23 am

    I am also learning a lot. Veronica and her family are inspiring. I know how hard it is to leave behind everything you know and move to a different country but when language is a barrier it must be twice as difficult. Thanks for including these stories, Johnny. They are important.

  3. 3 c
    April 21, 2008 at 12:18 am

    What a great piece.
    Such a big move for a little girl.

    i like the way this is written, what is written.

  4. 4 thewordofme
    April 21, 2008 at 2:04 am

    Great story…my heart and best wishes go out to you Veronica.

  5. April 21, 2008 at 11:48 am

    Great story here. I wish Veronica and her family the best. My mother and her folks, originally from Poland and Sweden immigrated here….my father is full blood Chippewa and hails from Canada…

    I believe the different people/cultures in the USA are what makes it a GREAT place. What worries me, is when the illegals get into our country and take away from our legitimate immigrants and citizens.

  6. 6 george
    April 22, 2008 at 5:39 pm

    peepers. i was linked to your blog from drudge. I just want to say: you’re a big internet loser. your blog sucks the big one. i’m never coming to your blog again.

    Johnnypeeper’s response:

    😦 You will be missed george.

  7. 7 Taylor
    April 22, 2008 at 5:45 pm

    How was this blog linked from Drudge?

  8. 8 george
    April 22, 2008 at 5:55 pm

    wow you’re fast peepers. before i finished reading some of your other entries, you already replied to my previous comment… you must have one heck of an exciting life, nursing to your pathetic blog every day

    anyway…

    taylor: peepers likes to prostitute himself by commenting on the articles linked by drudge. i was reading one of the articles linked by drudge, saw peepers whoring himself with his inane comments, and clicked on his link.

    Johnnypeeper’s response:

    Welcome back georgie, I knew you couldn’t stay away. I have almost as an exciting life as the louts and Star Wars geeks who blindly click on links that they see on the Internets.

  9. 9 Taylor
    April 22, 2008 at 9:14 pm

    Yea that’s how I ended up in this pig hole too.

  10. 10 Manco
    April 22, 2008 at 11:05 pm

    Well, well, well, I should have known that there couldn’t be a nice blog entry for a change without some loser (aka George) from some conservative mud hole website putting their two cents in.
    George: if you don’t like the blog, why don’t you go back to filling your little mind with lies, propaganda and gay porn. This site for thinking people, not morons with cow dung for brains.
    And, Taylor, why don’t you get lost? Your presence on this site continues to baffle me since you are routinely shown your ass by the more intelligent species who read and contribute to this blog. You also obviously have a thing for pig holes since you are unable to keep your face out of the filth.
    George: if I were you, fat boy, I’d keep your moronic mug in friendlier environs. You will not make friends here, buddy boy, unless you consider male prostitutes like Taylor to be worthy of your friendship. Oh, and go fuck yourself.

  11. 11 Taylor
    April 22, 2008 at 11:25 pm

    MANCO:

    Is your idea of someone being smart, someone who subscribes to conspiracy theories and Zionists hiding under the bed?

  12. 12 Taylor
    April 22, 2008 at 11:30 pm

    I guess MANCO left to troll for young boys on other blogs.

  13. 13 Manco
    April 22, 2008 at 11:43 pm

    No, my idea of intelligence is someone who accepts all viewpoints, investigates them, and then makes an educated decision based on the evidence that has been presented before them instead of parroting insipid media figures who are paid to propagate certain agendas.

    You, Taylor, are not an intelligent person. Your arguments do not reflect your educated opinion about a subject. That is why you cannot believe a conspiracy theory because you don’t know anything about it.

    And, for the record, I don’t go in for the Zionist rhetoric such as Incogman. He has to assign people to groups in order to easily categorize them when the people who truly threaten him can not be so easily rationalized or explained. They are enigmas of the human experience.

    Hey, Taylor, why don’t you go play with your inflatable French girlfriend and let the real minds get back to work. Surely you have something better to do than roll around in this pig hole?

  14. April 23, 2008 at 11:11 am

    That’s a beautiful story, Veronica! Your description of learning the word “OK” reminded me of something. I was on a fishing trip with some Japanese couples, friends of my host parents when I was studying abroad, and one of the men kept saying, “OK desu” because we could both understand that.


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