And besides, I think people here are prejudiced against foreigners.” “So you’ve found that out already? Well, that’s good. Then you’re my man. Look, we’re on a German ship, it belongs to the Hamburg-America line, so why aren’t we all Germans here? Why is the chief engineer a Romanian? His name is Schubal. It’s beyond belief. And that villain makes us slave away on a German ship! Don’t go thinking”—he was out of breath and flailing his hand—“that I’m complaining just to complain. I know you have no influence and are just a poor young lad yourself. But it’s a shame!” And he beat the table repeatedly, his eyes fixed on his fist as he banged. “I’ve served on so many ships”—and he fired off twenty names as if they were one word, making Karl dizzy—“and I’ve always excelled, I was praised, the captains always liked my work, I even worked for several years on the same merchant ship”—he stood up as if this had been the high point of his life—“and here on this tub, where everything is done by the book and no brains are required, here I’m no good, here I’m always in Schubal’s way, I’m a lazybones who deserves to be thrown out and only get his pay out of mercy. Can you understand that? I can’t.” “You shouldn’t put up with that,” said Karl heatedly. He felt so at home here on the stoker’s bed that he had almost lost any sense of being on the unsteady ground of a ship off the coast of an unknown continent. “Have you been to see the captain? Have you asked him to see to your rights?” “Oh, go away, just go away. I don’t want you here. You don’t listen to what I say and then you give me advice. How am I supposed to go to the captain?” And the stoker wearily sat down again and buried his face in both hands.

“I can’t give him any better advice,” Karl said to himself. And the overwhelming thought occurred to him that he would have been better off going after his trunk instead of staying here and offering advice that was only considered stupid. When his father had handed over the trunk to him for good he had jokingly asked: “How long will you keep it?” and now this precious trunk might already be well and truly lost. His sole consolation was that his father, even if he did make inquiries, could hardly find out about his present situation. The shipping company could only say that he had gotten as far as New York. But Karl was sorry that he had hardly used the items in the trunk, though he ought to have, for instance, long since changed his shirt. So he had economized in the wrong place, and now, at the very start of his career, when it was necessary to arrive neatly dressed, he would have to appear in a dirty shirt. Otherwise the loss of the trunk would not have been so bad, as the suit he was wearing was actually better than the one in the trunk, which was only an emergency suit that his mother had had to mend just before his departure. Now he also remembered that a piece of Verona salami was still in his trunk; his mother had packed this as a special treat, but he had eaten only the tiniest bit of it because he had had no appetite during the voyage and the soup served in steerageg amply sufficed. But he would gladly have that sausage in hand now, so that he could present it to the stoker. For people such as this are easily won over if one slips them any old trifle; Karl had learned that from his father, who by distributing cigars won over all the underlings with whom he had to do business. At present all Karl had to give away was his money, and he did not want to touch that for the moment, considering he might have already lost his trunk. Again his thoughts returned to the trunk, and now he could not understand why he had kept watch over it so vigilantly during the voyage that it had almost cost him his sleep, when he had later allowed the same trunk to be taken from him so easily. He remembered the five nights during which he had incessantly suspected a little Slovak, lying two berths to his left, of having designs on the trunk. This Slovak had merely been waiting for Karl to be overcome by fatigue and nod off for a moment so that he could hook the trunk and pull it over to him with a long pole that he played or practiced with all day long. During the day the Slovak seemed innocent enough, but as soon as night fell he would periodically rise from his berth and mournfully eye Karl’s trunk. Karl could see him quite clearly, for there was always someone lighting a lamp here or there, even though this was forbidden by the ship’s regulations, with the restless anxiety of an emigrant trying to decipher the incomprehensible brochures from the emigration agencies.