5/5 Sandip B. 9 months ago on Google
I
had
been
to
Elizabeth
a
long,
long,
time
ago.
That
was
in
the
middle
of
1986,
and
also
sometime
in
1987,
I
don't
exactly
remember
,
a
few
times
I
just
passed
through
the
town
on
my
way
either
to
New
York
or
to
Boston.
This
was
the
first
time
in
the
Elizabeth
center
for
me,
though.
I
went
there
to
pick
a
speaker
that
I
had
purchased
online,
from
a
very
kind
and
decent
person,
for
a
very
low
amount
for
the
gem
I
got,
quite
a
while
ago
and
had
never
picked
it
up,
and
he
had
tolerated
that
and
had
promised
me
to
keep
the
speaker
until
I
would
pick
it
up
and
that
he
did.
My
first
memory
of
this
town
was
overshadowed
by
the
fact
that
first
time
I
was
there,I
was
lost
on
the
way
and
a
kind
Colombian
person
had
helped
me,
took
me
to
his
home,
treated
me
like
a
member
of
his
family,
except
that
neither
I
nor
my
distant
relative
who
came
to
fetch
me
from
his
house
felt
comfortable
by
the
fact
this
person
was
possibly
involved
in
narcotics
trade
as
I
saw
several
handguns
being
flashed
around
in
the
house
but
I
was
blissfully
unaware
of
that
danger,
nothing
ever
happened
to
me
except
that
I
spilled
the
drinks
they
had
offered,
after
seeing
the
guns,
and
that
my
relatives
kept
yelling
at
me
for
the
duration
of
my
stay.
Going
there
was
a
trip
back
in
the
memory
lane,
following
Route
1
straight
up
to
Parkway
and
then
veering
off
from
it
to
go
towards
the
place,
only
enlivened
by
the
fact
we
missed
a
crucial
turn.
As
a
result,
we
were
diverted
and
had
to
approach
the
center
from
east
through
harborside,
not
from
the
front.
Long
live
Google
maps!
We
picked
up
the
item,
walked
around,
got
to
Ikea
to
relieve
ourselves,
and
hoping
to
get
something
to
take
some
food
out
from
their
restaurant,
we
were
out
of
luck,
they
did
not
have
any
carryout
containers
left.
As
we
did
not
have
the
time,
we
just
gassed
up
and
was
on
our
way
back,
and
I
remembered
that
I
had
been
on
that
route
long
ago,
with
the
host
family,
on
our
way
to
Sesame
place,
with
their
daughter.
The
center
was
very
clean,
with
humongous
parking
lot,
the
streets
had
flashing
lights
on
the
stop
signs,
a
feature
that
was
appreciated,
I
would
love
to
go
back
and
possibly
visit
my
old
friends
as
the
man
is
in
his
eighties,
the
family
had
been
very
gracious
and
generous
to
me.
Elizabeth
was
the
first
town
that
I
lived
in
over
a
month,
other
than
Waltham
MA,
where
I
had
been
living,
after
arriving
in
the
US,
in
the
mid
1985.
