Izakov:
Well, the first impression
was looking at America because we went from the — from Mexico over there, just near the
towns so that you could see something of America. And we landed in, just to fuel, in Vancouver then. And we
saw a little of Canada. And just caught a glimpse of America by then. My first
impression of it was really in '46. In '46 coming to New York. And it was an
impression of very mixed feelings. You see, Europe was in ruins by then. In ruin, our country
was absolutely in ruins, Europe was not in ruins, but very hungry, very--I was before going to
America I was three months in France. In France at their peace conference of '46. France was you
couldn't see ruins in France by then. There were little ruins but they were quite
hungry by then, and the Frenchmen were of course poorly clothed. They had very
little things to eat. I believe, I remember of course, the French women they like they know the
mode and "le mode" and so on. And le mode by then was shoes from...from strings. From strings,
done quite nicely. You know, something green strings, sometimes gray, sometimes the
green, the blue strings, but just strings on bare feet you know. And all the French ladies at
the peace conference were...about having these la mode shoes a la mode. So Europe was really
very, very destroyed, very poor after this war. And suddenly we saw America, America
with it's skyscrapers and everybody celebrating of course, the victory. And the people was
very friendly, you know. I was still on my crutches by then. After being wounded the second
time, at the Front. I was for five years on crutches. And you know, people — because I was on
crutches I had my stripes over here. And just people accosting me in the streets, saying
"Hey soldier! I never saw such stripes, from where do you come?" So I told them I come from the
Russian front. And everybody wanted to "Well buddy, let's go to this place and we will have
something to drink to the victory." And of course, being on my crutches I
couldn't drink much you know back then. So I just always took one glass of whiskey and I
give this nice gentleman who asked me another glass of whiskey. And then usually the bartender
told us, "Oh, you are both soldiers so let us have on the house. This is on the house." I
had a third glass of whiskey and no more. Because you cannot have much whiskey when you are on
crutches, you will just fall down, you know. But everybody was really very, very friendly, and
it was still the feeling of — not the feeling, which is now, of course - the feeling of being
brothers in arms, you know. Even just with everybody in the street you know. And — at the
General Assembly among journalists too in '46. Not in '47 anymore, but in '46, still...