Some days never end... Having taken my seat in a half empty Aeroflot-Ilyushin 96-300 I glimpsed the first gasp of a dawning new life. The sun hasn’t confessed yet its merciless power which has conquered the Indian subcontinent during the last couple of weeks and squeezed out all remaining life. It won’t conquer me again for the next time because I’ve closed this chapter of my life, realising in retrospective with a few weeks distance that I’m not about to return for the next months, years!? Who knows?
Leaving behind many friends but taking with me countless impressions I decided to fetch my reward of being abiding during the last 6 months. The ultimate reason for any approaching uneasiness and discomfort during this time was lying just 12.000 kilometres away, like the white dove flies. An Aeroflot Tupolev Ilyushin 96-300 takes more. The fascinating crepuscular light of the early morning faded away to give birth of a 24 hours daylight experience. Why go to the North Pole when having this ultimate opportunity with a westbound intercontinental flight at the right time?
12.000 kilometres further west or east, doesn’t really matter anymore in these length categories, my destination was called Jule, Ontario. I’ve never found this on any map before but still it was the biggest dot on my imaginary world map - One of these red stars surrounded by a circle, which indicates the function of a nation’s capital.
Thus I finally ended up in Toronto, Canada.
I couldn’t be more shocked by its brutal cleanliness. Whereas my girl complained about Toronto’s bad air quality and its chaotic drivers, mainly of Japanese origin, I was just feeling like turning somersaults across the roads and drinking the water of Lake Ontario for breakfast. My lungs were jumping out of my body to breathe the freshness of Canada’s biggest metropolis.
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