Every day our life in America got better... and if at first we had nowhere to live, no job, no acquaintances, and we lived on cookies, by the end of July we were smiling as we remembered all our problems and thanked God for helping us and not leaving us to die on the street. As soon as we moved to Moose Creek, we only worked there and only occasionally one of us was taken to clean in Grizzly. I was happiest when clients thanked us for our work... once I was even given a bonus for finding a wallet with a ton of cash and, of course, turning it in to management. What I miss terribly now is the friendliness of American people... In the morning, heading to work, everyone would smile at you and say: "Hello! How are you doing?" You go into a store, stare around, walk about, buy absolutely nothing, and even trample the floor, and the clerks would sweetly say: "Thanks for stopping by... come back again! Goodbye and have a great day!" Where would you see that back home?! Back home, some clerks won't even think about saying hello, let alone goodbye)) Our bosses always thanked us for everything... if you forgot to put out soap, they would say: "Sorry, you forgot the soap," you'd put it out, and they would thank you again) When we finished working, they always said: "Thank you! Have a nice day," and all we could do was say with bewilderment: "You are welcome! You too!" We just weren't used to such wonderful treatment of employees) American life is like a drug... you get used to the good things quickly... Most of all, I loved that feeling of freedom and independence. In the morning, I would get up around 6 and go for a walk around the town... Aselya, honestly, thought I was crazy and would sleep soundly at that time... but I wanted to enjoy every minute spent in this wonderful city. Actually, if you want to feel and see the real American life of the last century, you need to go to Wyoming, or maybe Montana. It cannot be put into words—you have to see it with your own eyes! And we even had an American grandpa there, by the way (Viki's father)... just an awesome dude))) he explained to us that all the students who come to work for them automatically become his grandchildren... we just called him: Grandpapa)))