Victoria Day, being this late in May, was supposed to be a warm one. I left early for my run without checking the temperature, wearing only shorts and, luckily, long-sleeved shirt. It was freezing! It took half of the 8.8 km run to warm my arms. Sun was nice and bright, but had a bite and wind only worsened the chill.
This whole past week I was complaining about Toronto being lame, and now I have the proof. Maggie and me drove to the downtown, looking for something interesting to see and do. We ended up at Harbourfront; that’s where the tourists go when they are unfortunate enough to end up in Toronto. And here is all that Toronto’s waterfront had to offer on Victoria Day holiday. Pathetic, I know, but don’t worry—the whole video is less than a minute short. I agree, even that is too much for such a boring content, but that just proves the point!
Today is exactly a week since the devastating earthquake hit China’s Sichuan province. It was marked around the country with 3 minutes of silence. Chinese authorities gave the official death toll of 35,000. With all the missing people—mostly children—the number could soon pass 50,000. In a town near the epicenter, hundreds of children perished when school buildings collapsed. Because of the China’s “one child” policy, most of the students killed in the quake had no siblings and left their parents inconsolable. BBC, reporting from the scene, called them “the lost generation”.
An email explained why there was no call from Dubai yesterday – the job interviewer is sick, he’ll call as soon as he gets better. One would expect the excitement to return with the same force it carried both of us until yesterday, but somehow our kites of expectations fly low this time out of fear they could crash and burn again…
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