The first job actually, for several months, was in a Castro bed factory, they made beds, special bed called Castro beds, you know, beds, steel beds in Long Island City, Bebrian Bedding where I was, myself and my brother, there were like, the had like 300 workers, it was a big, big factory. Then I was fired, they just had to reduce, they had to expand to, expanded. Then I applied some of my machinery knowledge that I learned in the forced labour camp to work with drills and things. I worked in some other little factory. Then I worked in a laundry, ironing, that was horrible. I used to come home and from the steam I used to be like puffed up and you cannot imagine. I used to look in the mirror – all so white, puffed up because the steam, like ironing with steam, like puffs you up and washes you out. It's like you've been soaking for 12 hours, for eight hours and it was horrible. So, there I stayed two weeks and I left. I moved around until I decided that maybe I should look something that is more to what I'm interested in and I was very lucky. I found a job in Manhattan on 22nd Street and 6th Avenue. The Graphic Studios; they needed a delivery boy and their photography. So I started just taking packages around and it was a photography place run by a very prominent, really, photographer taking colour photography technician, Perskie. But I met there all kinds of people. They did work for Life Magazine, for international editions of Life Magazine, so very, like in three, four, five months I was promoted already to the cameras and I ended up by being one of their sort of chief, you know, camera people doing, making reproductions and copies, etc. But then all kinds of people used to come to do like, that's where I met people like Archie Pencote and some photographer that are quite well-known now, used to come there and hang around.