It was the winter of 1940 when the Goldstein family boarded a train at a small station in a coastal town in Canada. They had fled Germany a few months earlier, leaving behind their home, their life and everything they had ever known.

The train moved slowly, its hypnotic rhythm accompanying Carl's thoughts. He remembered the nights in Berlin, where sirens sounded and lights went out. He had decided to flee before the war destroyed everything they loved. Through acquaintances, they managed to board a ship that took them to Canada. Now, the train was taking them to New York, the city that symbolized hope, freedom and a new life.

During the journey, the Goldsteins shared the train car with other families, each with their own story of loss and hope. Although they did not talk much, there was an unspoken understanding between them all. They were together on this journey into the unknown.

Finally, after days of travel, the train began to slow down as they approached the city they had longed for. The skyscrapers of New York appeared on the horizon, imposing and full of promise.

Everyone get out of the train, his brother and him grabbed their suitcases and the family Goldstein left the train.

Until Carl’s green eyes met with the eyes of a young woman, and he felt like everything stopped.