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After our failed first attempt to find the train station, we started to drive into the city when we saw signs for the Ellis Island ferry, which we took to be providential. So our first day was spent researching relatives and viewing the exhibits there. We felt like immigrants right off, because we had to rush through security to get on the ferry, since we arrived just before it left. We had to remove our belts and our outer gear; when we got on the ferry, all the seats were taken, so we had to balance in the middle and dress again as everyone stared at us. Then we tried in vain to understand the return ferry schedule, which was to all appearances not written in our native language.
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