Samuru's journey from Japan had been exhausting both mentally and physically, with no sleep and fear of the unknown he thought to himself maybe just maybe he should turn back, but his determination to follow in his fathers footsteps wouldn't let him stop now.

It had been almost 5 years since he had heard from his father and the news from America had finally reached home recently that his father was dead, Samuru had suspected this anyway because his father wasn't one to abandon his family, there had been many letters between Samuru and his father during the time he had been working in America and his father had described New Orleans to Samuru wonderfully.

Having arrived in Chicago Samuru set about finding a place to crash and find work, having only a little cash he had saved from working various jobs back home he knew his time here was going to be difficult so after a few swigs of whiskey and a cigarette to calm the nerves Samuru made his way to the docks where he was sure work would be found.

Upon arrival Samuru took a deep breath and surveyed the scene, he noticed a few men playing cards so decided to approach them, his english wasn't very strong but he could put broken sentences together enough to get his point across, Samuru explained to the men that he was looking for work and would be willing to do whatever was needed to make a successful life here in America.

The men gestured to Samuru to take a seat with them and have a beer so he did, after some time one of the men asked Samuru why he was here so he explained about his father in New Orleans and showed them a photograph from his wallet.

The mood appeared to change after Samuru shared the photograph with the men but he hadn't thought much of it, the content of the photograph was of his father who Samuru knew to be a business man working in New Orleans and some associates from the firm he was working for. The men stood up and said it was time to get back to work, 2 of them walked off and the other bid Samuru good luck and shook his hand and sent him on his way with a final message.

"Someone will be in touch"

Samuru didn't understand why the mood had changed but he was happy with how the afternoon had gone and was positive for the future, he headed to the bar near his motel for a few drinks before calling it a day.