most memorable day

For me, one day stands out: the day my friends took me to the East River Barge in New York. It must have been March or April, 1991, just a few weeks after I had come to the US. My life had been rathern bleak: no money, no job, the return ticket to Ukraine literally burning my pocket, tempting me to end this uncertainty and return to a safe cocoon of my home country. But then I was ushered to an open deck of the barge amd handed a miracle medicine that seemed to have cured my nostalgia – Margarita On the Rocks. So there I was, sitting on a beach chair looking at incredible view of sunset Manhattan with Margarita in my hand thinking: what the hell, I am going to make it here!