On June 14, 1948 we were taken to the port city of Bremenhaven, Germany, given two American dollars and my first-ever bottle of Pepsi-Cola. I was sure I would get drunk before I finished the bottle. At 8:15 a.m. we boarded the S.S. Marine Falcon. The ship was ferrying home American troops at the end of the war and had agreed to transport us to Canada. I was most impressed with the two level cots covered with snow-white sheets. The dining room was spotlessly clean. The tables were covered with spotless white tablecloths. I was very impressed with anything clean and white. Coffee, cream and sugar were left on the tables. We could have as much as we wanted during and after meals. I was in awe of everything and immediately began keeping a daily journal (in Hungarian) for the duration of the voyage. I still chuckle when I read that journal after all these years to see my youthful innocence and excitement.