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CHAPTER NINETEEN
REFLECTIONS
W
hen I first came to Canada, what was really different was
the way they spoke and the things they said — and how
words were pronounced.
For instance, one Saturday, I was asked if I wanted to go to the flea
market, and I was shocked. I didn’t know there was a market that sold
fleas! A flea is a parasite that’s found on a dog. Plus, where I came
from, dogs were kept outside — but here, I noticed dogs were kept
indoors. I couldn’t figure out why someone would keep a dog inside
the house, or even let them in their beds.
Another surprise was being invited to attend a garage sale. I didn’t even
have a car. And why would I want to buy a garage, even if it was on
sale? Moreover, the garage is connected to the house — so how could
it be sold by itself?
Next up was the farmers’ market. A farmer is exactly that — a farmer.
Where I’m from, the higgler is the one who goes to the farmer and buys
the goods to sell in the market.
Many other things were completely new to me.
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