Canada: Weather & People

Cold

I loved how cold it can get here, it felt lively, sometimes deadly. I was never exposed to such extreme weather where you could feel you fingers and toes freeze inside your pockets, not just metaphorically, but literarily, they can become hard as a rock and you can’t move them. The lower of my butt cheeks, as though dipped in water filled with ice cubes, felt funny and weird as I walked. The temperature falling below 30°C, totally dismissing the presence of the sun, makes your cheeks red and nose runny. One night we stood too long in -20°C waiting for a bus, and by too long I mean over 15 min. I thought we were going to leave our blue lifeless feet behind!

Canada: Expectations and Reality

 

Before coming to Canada, I had many expectations. Actually, the thought of living here was first like a distant dream; hazy and blurred, my mind unable to distinguish the exact details, but successfully drawing a perfect colorful and cheerful picture of how things would probably go. When our moving date approached, we started doing researches, making thus the image a bit clearer, a bit more real. We looked up where we would stay when we land, where to buy groceries, what should we wear, how to get our papers done, the public transit itinerary… long story short, lots and lots of work! But in my head, it was still as though I’m diving into a magical trip, so supernatural and surreal. A trip out of this world.

Becoming a writer

 

When my boyfriend, now my husband, asked seven years ago what was my vision for the next five years, meaning what I would like to do with my life, I shrugged my shoulders and looked away, “I don’t know, I don’t really care, doesn’t matter anyways”.

The Guardian of the Dying Tree

 

Nasha stood solemnly in front of the giant tree. She reached out and touched it tenderly. A joyful smile drawn upon her lips as she felt the vibrating energy coming out of it.

The ritual was a success!

The walking dead

 

You guessed it completely wrong; this story isn’t about contaminated corpses mutating into creatures without a soul, craving for fresh meat and warm blood. The following story is happening in a parallel universe, a universe peculiarly similar to ours, where the walking dead might be the person sitting next to you, your neighbor, your colleague, or your best friend!