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When You’re Lost

“How are you going to find the answers if you keep avoiding the questions?” I like this diner we’re sitting in. It reminds me of a hot summer night in Havana (though I’ve never been to Cuba), which is precisely the kind of thing you want to be reminded of when it’s a cold autumn night in Toronto. The turquoise tiles (they’re the color of those vintage cars you see in photos of Havana) gleam under the globe pendant lights hanging over the bar…

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11 More Stops Till Main Street Station

Eleven more stops till Main Street Station. There are plenty of open seats, but you choose to prop your hip against the railing and stand by the door. You feel safest when you’re near an exit. The subway emerges onto a bridge crossing over a highway and you can see the city lights passing by in a blur and now you are thinking of the line 6 in Paris that passes over the Pont de Bir-Hakeim. It has the best…

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Blue Sky Ceiling

I wake up to a blue sky ceiling, white sheets bundled at my feet. A black cat purrs against my chest.I do not lock my bedroom door. I couldn't even if I wanted to; there is no lock. I have learned to always keep the door ajar while I sleep, or else the cat will paw mercilessly at it, begging to be let in.On laundry days, we hang the sheets to dry on the deck. I like the sound, and…

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The Things We Try Not to See

There is always someone crying. In Cusco, sometimes it was the neighborhood cat late at night. When the townspeople went to bed and the stray dogs roamed la calle taunting the outnumbered feline. Even with earplugs, and my head pressed firmly into my pillow, I could hear it screeching from somewhere behind the wall of my courtyard. But every time I pushed open the heavy metal doors and ran into the street, I could not trace the source of the…

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For Every Time You Almost Didn’t

“Cálmate. Relájate,” Miguel cooed as he led me across a busy highway in the dark of night near Real Plaza, Cusco’s first and only shopping mall. I can’t remember why I was panicking, but it could have been a couple of things: the fact that he was ignoring the crosswalk signals as honking taxis flew past us, or the fact that I was out way past my bedtime in the middle of a foreign city. We were on a mission…

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