I forgive them their Social Insurance Numbers, because they have:



* reach, spacy and cosy libraries for free

* swimming pools close to the big blocks of flats like ours

* boutiques of crazy second hand closes that make the ultra-modern street gear

* pecan tarts

* maple syrup

* farmers market in downtown

* stupid bombastic names of street that appeal to Klavka's fairy tale heart: King Street, Queen Street



In Europe I feel like I live at home. Let it be somebody else's home, welcoming - or not at all, but it will be a home. Here I feel like in a big dormitory.