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How far did I fall? That week I learned enough to know that I could pawn my Sunday suit. I got fifteen dollars on it; paid my bill, paid Henschel, too, and went straight to a workman's lodging-house, where I could board for three dollars a week.
Henschel begged me to stay on with him, said he would help me; but the stomach of my pride would not stand his charity, so I gave him my address, in case he heard of anything to suit me, and went down--to the lowest level of decent working life.
It was a low tenement house let off in single rooms to foreign workmen. You could get your meals in it or cook your own food in your room, whichever you liked. The dining room would hold about thirty people comfortably; but after supper, which lasted from seven till nine, it was filled with perhaps sixty men, smoking and talking at intervals, in a dozen different tongues till ten or eleven o'clock. For the most part they were day labourers, untidy, dirty, shiftless; but they showed me how to get casual light labour at docks and offices and restaurants-- the myriad chance-jobs of a great city.
Here I lived for months, spending perhaps three days in getting a job which perhaps only employed me for a few hours, then again finding work which lasted three or four days.
At first I suffered intensely from shame and a sense of undeserved degradation. How had I fallen so low? I must be to blame in some way. Wounded vanity frayed my nerves threadbare and intensified the discomfort of my surroundings. Then came a period in which I accepted my fate, and took everything as it came, sullenly. It is much harder to get employment in the depth of winter than in any other season. It would really seem as if nature came to aid man in crushing and demoralizing the poor.
You will say that this only applies to special trades; but take the statistics of the unemployed, and you will find them highest in mid-winter. I had never experienced anything like the cold in New York, the awful blizzards; the clear nights when the thermometer fell to ten and fifteen degrees below zero, and the cold seemed to pierce one with a hundred icy blades--life threatened at every point by nature and man more brutal-callous than ever.
I had youth on my side, and pride, and no vices which cost money, or I should have gone under in that bitter purgatory.
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More than once I walked the streets all night long, stupefied, dazed with cold and hunger; more than once the charity of some woman or workman called me back to life and hope.
It is only the poor who really help the poor. I have been down in the depths, and have brought back scarcely anything more certain than that. One does not learn much in hell, except hate, and the out-of-work foreigner in New York is in the worst hell known to man.
How well I remember instance after instance of this.
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Whenever I sank to utter destitution I used at first to frequent the Battery: There I paced up and down for hours or swung my arms to keep warm, and was often glad that the numbing cold forced me to run about, for somehow or other one's thoughts are not so bitter when one moves briskly as they are when sitting still.
One night, however, I was tired out, and sat in the corner of one of the benches. I must have slept, for I was awakened by an Irish policeman-- "Come now, get a move on ye; ye can't slape here, ye know. The policeman took her interference unkindly, and in consequence got the rough edge of Betsy's tongue. As soon as I could speak I begged her not to quarrel for me; I would go; and I walked away. Betsy followed and overtook me in a little while, and pushed a dollar bill into my hand.
It's loanin' it to ye, I am! Love was her sin, love only, and like all other generous mistakes, though it brought punishment and contempt of others, it did not bring self-contempt.
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Betsy regarded herself as one of the innocent victims of life, and she was probably justified in this, for she kept her goodness of heart all through.
I had gone to one place for three or four nights, where I got a bed for ten cents, and as I shivered out into the cold one morning about five-thirty, the hard Yankee who kept the place suddenly asked me-- "Have you had any breakfast? He poured out the coffee and put a steaming cup of it and some bacon and biscuits before me, and in ten minutes I was a man again, with a man's heart in me and a man's hope and energy. I thanked him for his kindness, and was on the point of going, when he added, without even looking at me-- "If you haven't got work by tonight you can come here and sleep without the dime, see!
I like to help a man," he added emphatically. I got to know Jake Ramsden well in a few weeks; he was harsh and silent like his native Maine hills, but kindly at heart. I had come to look upon it as a sort of luxurious hotel. That winter taught me many things, and, above all, this, that however unfortunate a man is there are others worse off and more unhappy: And from this one learns sympathy and courage.
I suppose on the whole the experiences did me more good than harm, though at the moment I was inclined to believe that they had simply coarsened my mind like the skin of my hands, and had roughened me in a hundred ways. I see now clearly enough that whatever I am or have been, I was made by that winter: I wish I could believe that all the pain I had endured turned into pity for others; but there was a residue in me of bitterness.
Another scene from this period of my life, and I'll be able to tell how I came out of the abyss to air and sunlight once more.
One evening in the dining-room an Englishman mentioned casually that any one could get work on the foundations of the Brooklyn Bridge. I found out from him where to apply, and next morning before six o'clock was taken on. I could scarcely contain myself for joy: I suppose every one knows what working in a caisson on the bed of a river, fifty feet under water, is like. The caisson itself is an immense bell-shaped thing of iron; the top of it is an apartment called "the material chamber," through which the stuff dug out of the river passes on its way to the air.
High up, on the side of the caisson is another chamber called "the air-lock. Of course, I had been told what I should feel; but when I stepped into the air-lock with the other men and the door was shut and one little air-cock after another was turned on, letting in a stream of compressed air from the caisson, I could hardly help yelling--the pain stabbed my ears.
The drums of the ears are often forcibly driven in and broken; some men not only become deaf, but have the most intense earache and sympathetic headache, attended with partial deafness. The only way to meet the pressure of the air in the ear, I quickly found, was to keep swallowing the air and forcing it up the Eustachian tubes into the middle ear, so that this air-pad on the internal side of the drum might lessen or prevent the painful depression of the drum.
During "compression" the blood keeps absorbing the gases of the air till the tension of the gases in the blood becomes equal to that in the compressed air; when this equilibrium has been reached men can work in the caisson for hours without experiencing serious inconvenience. When the pressure of the air in the lock was equal to that in the caisson, the door from the caisson into the air-lock opened by itself or at a touch, and we all went down the ladder on to the river bed and began our work, digging up the ground and passing it by lifts into the material chamber.
The work itself did not seem very hard; one got very hot, but as one worked nearly naked it didn't matter much; in fact, I was agreeably surprised. The noises were frightful; every time I stooped, too, I felt as if my head would burst.
But the two hours will soon pass, I said to myself, and two shifts for five dollars is good pay; in fifteen days I shall have saved the money I came to New York with, and then we shall see; and so I worked on, making light of the earache and headache, the dizziness and the infernal heat.
At length the shift came to an end, and one by one, streaming with perspiration, we passed up again into the air-lock to learn what "decompression" was like. We closed the door; the air-cocks were turned on, letting out the compressed air, and at once we began to shiver, the ordinary air was so wet and cold.
It was as if a stream of ice-water had been turned into a hot bath. I had noticed when we got in that the others began to dress hastily; I now knew why. I suppose the gases in the blood were leaving it as the tension got less. At the end of an hour we were "decompressed," and we all stepped out shivering, surrounded by a wet, yellow fog, chilled to the heart. Think of it; we had been working hard for two hours in a high temperature, and after our work we had this hour of "decompression," an hour of rapidly increasing cold and damp mist, while even the blood pressure in our veins was constantly diminishing.
What with the "compression" and the "decompression," the two hours' shift lasted nearly four hours, so that two shifts a day made a very fair day's work--and such work! Most of the men took a glass of hot spirits the moment they got out, and two or three before they went home. I drank hot cocoa, and very glad I am that I did. It revived me as quickly as the spirits, I think, and took away the terrible feeling of chill and depression. Should I be able to stand the work?
I could only go on doggedly, and see how continuous work affected me. I had something to eat, and lay about in the sunshine till I got warm and strong again: The afternoon shift seemed interminable, dreadful. The compression was not so bad; I had learned how to get the air into my ears to meet the pressure, though whenever I forgot to breathe it in and keep the air-pad full, I paid at once with a spasm of acute earache.
Nor was the work in the caisson unendurable; the pace set was not great: But the "decompression" was simply dreadful. I was shivering like a rat when it was over, my teeth chartering. I could only gasp and not speak, and I easily let myself be persuaded to take a dram of hot spirits like the rest: I went home exhausted, and with such earache and headache that I found it difficult to eat, and impossible to sleep.
The horror of being unemployed drove me to work next day and the next. How I worked I don't know; but I was recalled to thinking life and momentary forgetfulness of pain by seeing a huge Swiss workman fall down one morning as if he were trying to tie his arms and legs in knots. I never saw anything so horrible as the poor, twisted, writhing form of the unconscious giant.
We had just come out of the airlock into the room where we kept our clothes and food and things, and I began questioning the others about "the bends. It generally laid them up for a fortnight, and they were never the same men afterwards. Then I am very thin, and can stand it much better than any one inclined to be stout like you. It isn't men's work they buy at five dollars a day, but men's lives, damn them! The illness of men working in caissons, which was formerly over 80 percent in every three months when the air supplied was about cubic feet an hour, has now dropped to 8 percent since the fresh air supply has been increased to 10, cubic feet an hour.
I noticed then that my mates had the sullenness of convicts. It was rare that one spoke to his fellows; in silence we laboured; in silence we went to our work, and as soon as we came up into God's air and sunlight again, each man sought his home in silence.
The cloud fell on me; I was not so sure as I had been at first that I should escape the common lot. After all, strong as I was, I was not so strong as that young Swiss whom I could still see, twisting about on the ground like a snake that has been trodden on. However, I determined not to think, and went to my shifts again as if nothing had happened. I had been working in compressed air for about a fortnight when I saw a dreadful example of man's careless hardihood. A young American had been working with us for two or three days.
When we came out, an hour later, after having passed through the air-lock, we found him stretched on the floor of the waiting room with a doctor by his side.
He was unconscious, his breathing noisy and difficult, his lips puffed out, blowing froth. He died in a few minutes after we came into the room. It seemed dreadful to me; but not so dreadful as "the bends. I determined to go on, if I could, till the end of the month, and then stop, and that is what I did. Before the end of the month I began to feel weak and ill: I could not sleep, save by fits and starts, and I was practically never free from pain; still, I stuck it out for a month, and then with a hundred and forty dollars saved I took a fortnight's rest.
I spent every afternoon I could with Henschel; he had generally three or four hours free, and we went across to Jersey City or to Hoboken, bathing, or to Long Island, somewhere in the open air, and sunshine. I did not go back to it; I had done my share of underground work, I thought; I would not take the risk again. Even the engineers, who had no hard manual labour to do, and earned four hundred dollars a month for merely directing, could not look on in that air for more than two hours a day.
It was the men doing the hardest work who were expected to labour for two shifts a day-- the hardest work, double hours, and smallest wage. With the quick rebound of youth, I soon consoled myself; after all I had done something and earned something, and after my fortnight's rest I was about again, as eager as ever to find work, but curiously soft after my fortnight's lazing.
A few days later I heard of another job, a better one this time, though it was hard work and not likely to be permanent. Still, it might be a beginning, I told myself, and hurried to the place. They were taking up a street near the docks to lay a new gaspipe, and the work was being done by an Irish contractor. He looked at me shrewdly-- "Ain't done much work, have you?
I knew he was cheating me, but I replied, "Certainly," and my heart lifted to hope. In ten minutes I had a pick in my hand, and space to use it. God, the joy of it, steady work at last in the open air! Once more I was a man, and had a place in the world. But the joy did not last long. It was the beginning of July and furiously hot; I suppose I went at the work too hard, for in half an hour I was streaming with perspiration; my trousers were wet through, and my hands painfully sore; the fortnight's rest had made them soft.
One of the gang, an oldish man, took it upon himself to advise me. I would guess that many of these qualities came from you.
We are so sorry that your life is over on this earth, but faith tells us that you are in an even better place now. My thoughts and prayers are with your family and especiallu Kellly. She was always happy, generous and kind. Florence was always a pleasure to talk to. She was just always nice and we were truly blessed to have had her in our lives. With love and remembrance. Just now saw this and was very saddened to hear of her passing away.
I hope that during this time, you may find comfort in the words of Psalm My deep regards to the family. I did not realize and I know you did not realize just how much I needed you. You guided me when I could not make decisions, and I need that from you now, send guidance to me from up above because I know you are up there looking down on me.
I would rather be there with you, than here alone. Even with other people around you know I never related to others well, I only related to my wife. And even though you know, I have had more than one wife, I hope the Lord God in Heaven lets us be with the one we loved the most, that is you, even as a spirit.
I know some people wonder why it is you that I say that you were my best wife, but we know why, and I still love you even now. I have a terrible time living without you.
I am hoping to take your ashes as we had planned as soon as this lease is up. I love you dearly baby and I miss you so, but I have to say happy birthday.
In addition, even though you were behind the wheel when you wrecked the car on your birthday last year, that was no big beal. What they did to you at that hospital is what bothers me.
That Saturday you told me you had to have all of your rings on your fingers, I under stand why now, I got them all off, but I think someone at that hospital stole your diamond earrings, as they cannot be found. If you know where they are, give me a clue, I have practically emptied the house getting ready to move in six more months. I love you my baby doll, Kisses for you.
I am sorry to say but you 3. I believe brownie new you were going to die, and she died the day before you. I feel she mourned herself to death. I made a nice pet cemetery that just looks like a real nice flower bead to everyone else, they are now 5 piglets buried together, 4 foot deep, sealed in plastic boxes, as we always did them, I put there Emotional Support Animal tags in with them.
I talked to you in the house all the time as if you are right here with me, because I can feel your presents in the house. I discovered a phone message you left me while you were in the hospital before you came home, it was in the voice mail, and I found it the week after you departed for a better place.
I will take your ashes with me when I move I move, but I am not sure I can let them go just yet, it is how I keep you with me. I am not sure I can spread them like we discussed, but I will not put you in the Pacific Ocean as you were afraid of the water. You where always so beautiful, even as you aged, I loved and love you always, your loving husband. We look into the night sky to see your shining star in Heaven and we know that you are with Jesus and our family.
We love you brother Shaun was a friend and partner to our club and was always willing to help. Never saw Shaun without a smile. He was a good person and friend. We will all miss him. You are in our thoughts and prayers. She was a beautiful woman inside and out. We will miss her dearly. I know she is happy and resting in peace. Our sympathy goes out to Glenn and families. She will be sorely missed. My thoughts are with the family.
Our Heavenly Father Jehovah gives us a comforting thought when He tells us that soon death will be "swallowed up forever. Sue and I worked countless hours at Edgewater Church to get our finances straightened out many years ago.
I got to know many of her family members and her husband. I pray your good memories comfort you in the days and weeks ahead. The seeming finality of death is what makes it especially difficult. But we can have confidence that God yearns to bring death to an end 1 Corinthians We will miss you, and may your soul forever rest in peace. Condolences to your many friends and relatives in this hour of sorrow.
May God grant you peace. Remember that you have a very special friend, go to him in prayer. The staff are incredibly helpful and outgoing my first night there the man at reception kept happy hour going all nightthe location is very good, a stone's throw from a train station which is two stops from Alexanderplatz.
EastSeven is not a 'party' hostel but it is the perfect place to begin a night, because of the great common room where it is easy to meet people, and to end one not too noisy at night, easy to sleep. The WiFi is everywhere and reliable and there are multiple desktop computers available free of charge. Big secure lockers outside the rooms and the bathrooms are clean and modern. Do yourself a favour and stay here. Its close to an underground and easy enough to get around berlin. Hostel was extremely clean.
Great facilities massive ensuite, fast wi-fi, cosy lounge, cheap washing. Staff were welcoming and helpful- helped with taxis to airport, maps, wanted to know about any problems, really strived to keep us happy and even offered paracetamol for my headache when all pharmacys were closed: Great sleep, quiet after decent hour comfortable beds. Extremamente limpo e bem organizado!! A hospedagem foi realmente excelente!! Clean facilities especially the bathroom!!!
The kitchen facilities are really good you can buy cheap stuff from a nearby super market and cook them there!!! The staff is really helpful and kind!!!
I highly recomend it!!! Sitting in the singers room chatting to the other guest was a great laugh and we aren't out in the cold, although sitting under the fairy lights passing table football was amazing even in the cold. The room was clean and bathrooms were cleaned so often I felt clean just standing in them.
With cheap drinks and good company nights in were as fun as going out. El personal muy amable. I really love the place. It's in a perfect location, VERY clean, great staff, big room and generally just great vibes. I will definitely be back! It's easily the cleanest hostel I've ever stayed in. The place is relaxed, comfortable and modern.
There are some nice touches that I didn't expect like the cheap but excellent breakfast, one euro beer happy hours and free wifi throughout the property. It was as good as a hostel can be. Not only was the hostel of impecible standard in cleanliness, facilities and also value for money, but the staff gave excellent advice on where to eat and what to see and were always willing to help book excursions and tables or have a chat. My room was quiet and I didn't hear any street noise or people in the hallway outside.
All the staff were really friendly and gave me tips on activities, the fleamarket and places to eat. I enjoyed the low prices for beer and I had a fun conversation with Christian as well as the others. The late checkout was good for me and I was able to leave my bag there all day after check out. It's such an inviting place, with great staff.
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The thing I love most about the hostel is its cleanliness, in every area of the hostel. It's also a very good location, not too far from some main attractions and 1 minute from the underground so getting around the city is very easy. Thank you for a fantastic visit and see you again soon. Wir hatten ein Zimmer mit einem Doppelbett und einem Einzelbett. Man konnte also kommen und gehen wann man will.
Reception staffed from early til late with friendly and helpful people. Spacious common room and well-equiped kitchen with lots of nice little touches, like chocolates or drinks you can buy in-house, and a variety of mobile phone chargers available to use for free. I could not recommend this hostel highly enough. All of the staff were really helpful and friendly.
Happy hour has 1 Euro beers, along with a common room fully equipped kitchen. We were blown away by our stay here and would definitely stay again. I would recommend the half day walking tour as well! An awesome way to learn about Berlins history. The staff was very friendly and the place was super clean, especially the washrooms.
The public lounge, kitchen and garden areas have a homely feeling to them. Overall, I would strongly recommend this hostel to anyone looking for a cheap and comfortable place to stay in Berlin. The rooms were clean, a community kitchen is stocked for cooking, and a friendly multilingual staff are well versed with suggestions for everything from dining out to site seeing to shopping. Rooms were clean and nicely designed.
It was nice to not stay in a white box all week like most hostels. Located near the U that takes you where you want to go This place is a wonderful place to stay while in Berlin! They always answered it as fast as possible and polite. It was very helpful. What i liked very much is the kitchen. It helps a lot if you like to make low budjet holiday. And the free tour we did wos great. A lot of information compared with funny stories in short time. The best thing about the place for me is the staff.
They are so nice and friendly. On the morning I was leaving I had to get up early. When I got to reception the woman at the desk gave me not one, but two cups of coffee! I also got to meet some really cool people there and all the guests seemed really nice. Firstly, the staff… what can I say… the staff at East Seven are amazing! They're all super knowledgeable, patient and efficient and just generally awesome. From suggestions on where to find things in the city to offerings of extra blankets, they have been incredibly friendly and helpful.
I always felt super welcome and that nothing was ever a problem. And the hostel itself is great! During my extended stay I found everything consistently and impeccably clean and tidy - props to the hard-working and friendly cleaning team!
The bathrooms are modern and clean with consistently issue-free hot water yay! Outside there are leafy areas for sitting and either eating the value-for-money 2 euro breakfast, pondering over postcards or burying yourself in a book. Overall, staying at East Seven has been a super enjoyable experience. You rock East Seven! Garden area is cool to chill out in and read a book.
As a solo traveller I found this place easy to meet and get chatting to other people. Breakfast is pretty basic but for 2euro its fine. Beers for sale at reception is very handy!
Staff were excellent, friendly, really knowledgeable and so very helpful. Hostel is a great size, not big but no means small, we had a private room that was lovely, all communal areas are immaculately clean with a fantastic vibe running through out. I found all guest had respect for each other, there belongings and the hostel its self. Free wifi and a great location were also an added bonus! Will be telling every one about EastSeven and plan to visit again! Ann and Carol I think were particularly helpful and always said hello when you entered, regardless of what they were doing.
Laundy was cheap and fast. The area was seconds from a great restauraant strip and metro station. Roms were on the small side but comfortable. Bathrooms had disinfectant spray pumps for use on the toilet, which helps amazingly with the sense of cleanliness! Really good Pub crawls and Free walking tours leave from here. Its located at a short walking distance from everything.
Their little lawn at the back adds to the splendor of the property and they also have a kitchen. I met the nicest people here and would totally stay here again if i go back to Berlin. The rooms were quite big for a hostel and therefore allowed a lot of space for repacking bags.
Super clean with great facilities, including a nice garden and really good kitchen.