Of yellow Chinese people and white bacon

Another chapter in Canada comes to an end. Came to work at a nature school and obtain the Permanent Resident Visa and left without achieving either. Failed? One is already a failure if they don't get back up after falling. Otherwise, how would each of us have learned to walk after falling down as a toddler? Mission in Canada accomplished! Completely tense in the beginning, my comfort zone wanted to transport me back to Chocolate Land. Then the free fall, where everything became sweat-inducing like in a drug-like state and finally, the enjoyment, dissolved in total presence. Once again, life has led me by the nose and given me what I needed most. I practiced yoga with women's butts, philosophized about climate change with healing pilots, stayed with Chinese people, sweat in saunas with Indians, constantly repaired my car, established myself as a ski technician, and talked on the phone with my loved ones. Once again, I have learned to love the chaos of life even more, showed fear the middle finger, and trusted myself. I know that I am a nice person blessed with a certain charisma and can be proud of myself despite my deep flaws.

In addition to my flashy yellow pants, I also bring a few pounds of fast food bacon back home and look forward to many happy moments in Switzerland. To be continued...