I was 18 when I found myself at the crossroads of my life -- literally! Which way to go? To the Fishing Village I'd been hired out to, which promised food, shelter, and security in being up to my elbows in fish until I married; or take a foolish chance on going to Paris to find my family? Thank goodness for my new puppy Pooka - without him I would have never started my Journey to the Past.

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An eighteen-year-old girl, dressed in rags, stood outside an orphanage talking to the headmistress. "I got you a job in the fish factory," said the headmistress, "Are you listening?!" "I'm listening, Comrade Phlegminkof," answered the orphan as she fingered her necklace. The headmistress sighed. Anya always seemed more interested in her necklace than in anything else. She leaned toward Anya and peered at the necklace. "'Together in Paris,'" the headmistress read. "So you want to go to France to find your family, huh?" Anya nodded. The headmistress laughed rudely. "Little Miss Anya, it's time to take your place in life. In life and in line, and be grateful, too." Anya started down the road. "I am grateful," she muttered. "Grateful to get away!" Anya had lived at the orphanage for ten years, ever since she had been found wandering the streets of St. Petersburg unable to remember who she was. Soon Anya came to a fork in the road. She had two choices: She could go to St. Petersburg and try to find a way to get to Paris, or she could work in a fish factory for the rest of her days. Anya looked up at the sky. "Send me a sign, a hint, anything," she prayed. A puppy ran up to Anya and grabbed her scarf. "I don't have time to play right now, okay? I'm waiting for a sign," said Anya. The puppy ran up the road to St. Petersburg. "Oh great, a dog wants me to go to St. Petersburg.... Okay,. I can take a hint." Visit St. Petersburg for more of the story!

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