He was on the freighter shivering with cold; but alive, luckily, but for how long ?, a totally malnourished man with very little body weight was in the cargo compartment as a stowaway, he did not know if he would be thrown into the sea; but he cared little at the moment, very little.

All his life he wanted to be a car mechanic, to work on those beautiful examples of modernity and progress, at the age of twenty the young Robert Goldenstein, or Bobby for friends, was a genius when it came to putting things together. He built his first bicycle and he also made a lamp, with the help of his father, who was an electrician. He still remembered the days when his father took him on a trip through the vineyards of Vienna in that Ford T model. He laughed the times he thought that this thing gave them problems all the time; but he managed to walk after a while. Most of the time with Robert's help in trying to fix that engine.

 He remembered a day when everything went perfect. He must have been twelve years old and his father, who was already showing a slight problem in his breathing that would lead to lung cancer a few years later, decided that this time they could go through the vineyards without that car breaking down. It was already a little late and without a little light, Robert, could not fix the car; but his father had great confidence and the two went up that afternoon. He was still thinking about the sunset in the front of his car, as if they were driving the sunset of their lives; but Robert believed it was his father's twilight where it led. The last time he saw him was precisely three years later, when lung cancer was already killing him, he took his car to drive a little, Robert saw how his car was leaving in that sunset and he did not see him again until the funeral . Her father died of respiratory failure while driving.

That was in 1926, a few years before the Nazis came to power.

Now in 1940 Robert himself was fleeing Germany before the Nazis killed him.

Hitler had taken control of Austria and all the Jews were taken to the concentration camps. Those who could escape were those who were hiding too well or those who were leaving before Hitler's rule spread throughout Europe.

Robert was one of those who knew they had to leave before it was too late; but unfortunately a Nazi general named Kraus was on his search, he had to get away as soon as possible if he wanted to survive.

He tried to erase his memories as the freighter continued on his way to another land, as far away as possible from Nazi Germany.

He saw, in his memories, how that damned Ford T was driving, how the Gestapo officers were chasing them, how a shot made by General Kraus killed his pregnant wife, how he managed to flee by pressing the accelerator and fighting against all instincts not to divert that prevailing attention from the road. He saw how it was, thanks to the cars, that he was able to save himself by reaching a small French post and being able to pass without major problems arguing that his wife was sleeping, it was a few months before Germany entered France.

Then he managed to sneak onto the freighter to rest a little while being able to mourn the death of his wife and his unborn child, he had not eaten anything in days and little by little he was starving as well as cold.

It had been weeks since his escape, and now sunrise was smiling at him from a window. Young Robert Goldstein saw New York City nearby. Smiling, with a few tears of consolation, he was able to lie down and rest while the morning sun caressed his face again. Robert had arrived at his new home.