September 3rd, 1934

Today was my first day. Unfortunaley I was to tired to get up for work. When my house mates arrived hom i listened to their conversations, well the ones i understood. They spoke about the workplace. Many of them worked in the same place. I listened very closely to their stories. One man already lost two fingers on the machine He was still bleeding when he came home. I wanted to help him but, i had no supplies. All I brought with me to this place was my notebook, pen and 7 dollars. In the corner was a woman crying. I asked her what was wrong, when she replied she spoke a language i did not understand. I found out later that night that her son was missing.