ABSTRACT
When I was eighteen, I came to Florida looking to work on a boat, but didn't have any luck. Then I started to work picking oranges because I was broke. I stayed on for a long time because I didn't have enough money to enable me to leave! I came here at a bad time, in April, when the early oranges are through, and you have to wait a while before the Valencias are ready to pick. While I waited I didn't have anything to eat.
