A Sturbucks has opened recently near our apartment, which is great. K, and me usually go for a walk every evening and it's a good thing if you end up with a hot cup of coffee. Grande Latte! It’s amazing how these sturbucks stores grow out everywhere, like a dividing cell. I know what you are thinking. It’s where the money is. But really, how can you hate that? Or even resist? As we walked, I remembered it is our 4th months here. Are we settled down yet? This is a question, which my friends ask me often. I would say: it’s too soon to judge. We are on the way. We make laughable mistakes. We still go to super markets every day and couldn’t find the flour or we buy pickles that we can’t eat, because of the sweet taste. When the cashier wants some change, we look like a child, who has recently learned how to count coins. We still use Persian prepositions when we talk English. The good thing is, everyone understands. You don’t feel like a foreigner in Toronto and that’s what I like about this city. What I don’t like is that sometimes I feel so low and miss my family that I can hardly breathe. I miss my friends and our laughs and jokes we used to have, which they don’t mean a thing here. I hate talking trough the Internet with my mom and dad and can’t hear them because of their low Internet speed and all filtering that government does. I become nervous when I feel the stress in their voices. Their agony, in which they can not ask us to come back, because the country does not have anything to offer for our future and the their astonishment when they hear us talking about the civilization here and how people behave. They pain they feel when they have to admit; our hometown as they used to know it does no longer exist. And all that beautiful, heroic stories they used to tell us at bedtime, are no longer true. There is no such thing as freedom, honor, faith or …… there is only savagery, brutality, the fight for oil and money. But there are people who keep growing their green roots under the shadow of evil. I cherish them. We all do. And we do not lose our faith. Someday we will sing the song of freedom. Someday we will be one.
