The flight went well, even though it was my first time flying. Then came the transfer to the bus to Indianapolis, which was exactly where our job offers led us. The road was long, about 20 hours, but we were in high spirits because we were in America. We took lots of photos through the window: there was so much to see, as the route went through Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Columbus, and countless small towns, plains, and hills. We greedily soaked it all in. In Indy, another transfer awaited us to the town of Marion, another 2 hours of travel that flew by very quickly, and finally, we were there.

The scene we saw is something none of us will ever forget: 6 a.m., the rising sun, a plain with sparse vegetation, a light breeze, an empty highway, a lonely gas station, and an Indian man who, upon seeing us, said: "Welcome to America." Then came a few hours at that gas station waiting for the boss who was supposed to pick us up, with long thoughts about "maybe we got scammed with the job and became participants in a reality show called 'The Dumbest Scams'." But everything turned out fine, it was just a small misunderstanding, and by lunchtime, we had arrived at our new workplace.