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/><author><name>Alla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04464521769413136694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6QJ3UA7n7o/TFzM0gd6wII/AAAAAAAAAHU/fBIOWZb-H8Y/S220/Leningrad+004.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ReluctantImmigrant" /><feedburner:info uri="reluctantimmigrant" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFRX4_eip7ImA9WhRVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173244913575548224.post-9028692226503305101</id><published>2012-01-13T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:05:14.042-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T12:05:14.042-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="year 2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear of failure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Windsor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="on a beach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="earn my living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one day trip" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stratford" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="making plans" /><title>Time, it goes so fast, it's 2012 already.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8b-xVel7c1Y/TxCMk8X1lCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yt5_JvHiPvY/s1600/winter-girl-blowing-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8b-xVel7c1Y/TxCMk8X1lCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yt5_JvHiPvY/s320/winter-girl-blowing-snow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly-Molly, it's 2012, I don't believe how fast everything goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I think I should stop making plans and start actually doing something productive in my life. So far I am just aimlessly&amp;nbsp;flowing with life's current, like a dry leaf in the muddy river. Last year came and gone like I was in a Time Machine. I cannot even think of something really important. Same job, same apartment, same me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Had a small vacation during summer days, went to see something rather than Toronto. Went to Stratford and Guelph. Nice short one day trip to each. Guelph I liked better. Stratford is too touristy, especially downtown. Guelph is quite vibrant, lots of young people, nice. May be next time I will go to Windsor or Peterborough, those nice places, not&amp;nbsp;too far from Toronto. When you have one week for vacation, it's the best thing to go without a car. At night I can be back home, though in case of Windsor, I will probably do better&amp;nbsp;if I&amp;nbsp;stay there for a night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So far I was unable to find a place where I would love to live, and where I could definitely be busy with something money wise. I need to earn my living, I cannot just sit on a beach, no matter how nice the scenery is. I need the alternative I will be happy with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In Canada it is a problem. Most immigrants flock to big cities like Toronto and then we have crowds everywhere...''ready to do any job, hard-working, responsible, can work for lesser wages...'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, I do not want to work for lesser wages, it's not worth it. The less money you get, the more work-hours you have to commit yourself to in order to have all bare necessities like shelter, food, clothing covered. And if you are&amp;nbsp;crazy enough to have dependents and pets, you'll need even more. If you have higher wages, you'll definitely can work less hours and have some time to think and to arrange your life the way you want it to be.&amp;nbsp; Working all the time and sleeping in-between is not exactly my cup of tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The alternative? I have to start working on that right away, may be it's already too late. It's just I am out of fresh excuses I've been feeding myself for such a long time. Like my kids are too small, they need me (not anymore), my husband wants me to help him with his business, he needs my help badly&amp;nbsp;(again, not anymore). I am so new to this country I shall learn how things work around here (quite familiar now with everything).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So what's holding me now? Nothing, nobody, just me and my old friend - fear, fear of failure. That's what keeps me from doing what I would love to do, that's what does not allow me to break my grinding routine and become free, at least partially, I really need that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-9028692226503305101?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am so glad that&amp;nbsp;finally I did that. I stopped blaming myself, society I came from, my upbringing, society I am currently in, society I came from again,&amp;nbsp;my age (if only I came earlier), my character ( too reserved, too shy, too bookish), my mother, father&amp;nbsp;etc., etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I used to think&amp;nbsp; about Canada as the extremely dull, unfriendly, cold (and I didn't mean just climate) country. I felt lonely, lost, underappreciated, out of place, out of touch with everything and everybody. All that was true and not really. I am still lonely, lost, underappreciated, but I know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally I've got it, this country is indeed different in a way that you cannot judge it by European standards.&amp;nbsp;This country&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;built differently, for completely different purposes. People were coming to this unfriendly climate because they were hoping to build a better live, or just any life because what they left was not enough. They wanted to find something that was missing in their life. Was it a foolish idea? For some people may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's not easy to start everything&amp;nbsp;from scratch&amp;nbsp;in a different country, but for some&amp;nbsp;it was a success. But it was not an easy one. They worked hard to accomplish that goal. And that is what I and everybody else should do here.&amp;nbsp;I cannot expect anything for granted here, I have to figure it out what exactly&amp;nbsp;I do want from my life&amp;nbsp;and go for it.&amp;nbsp;Potential is here, possibilities endless. But nobody is going to come, knock on my door and bring me&amp;nbsp;what I want on a tray. I have to work on that myself. And may be help others to do the same, if I may. Because for everybody else who've lived here&amp;nbsp;at one time in their life there was a beginning,&amp;nbsp;that crucial&amp;nbsp;time when they started&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;their new life here, made their choice one way or another. I have to&amp;nbsp;build my life with my own hands the way I want it, and there is nothing else, it's the only truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Surely in&amp;nbsp;another country everything could have been different, but not here. Here you have your choice to do things or to do nothing. But doing nothing brings you what? Exactly. This society is so generous that they will allow you&amp;nbsp;exist doing nothing, you&amp;nbsp;might even have a free meal and a shelter, but what about your life? Do you want your life to be&amp;nbsp;like that? I certainly don't.&amp;nbsp;Where is my parachute? Finally I am ready to jump into my chosen life. What about you? Are you with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-8052120265738987144?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ilVhYJpmYs/Tq7p_kc22BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JtwhrJYZ1Ao/s1600/07_07_3---Wheat_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ilVhYJpmYs/Tq7p_kc22BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JtwhrJYZ1Ao/s320/07_07_3---Wheat_web.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking, what exactly prevents us from healthy eating? Is it our industry that is at fault? Or is it our reluctance to go ahead and just drop all that nice tasty things we love so much, those delicious juicy things that are tasty and absolutely harmful to our health? Is it our inertia that makes us overweight and unhealthy, or is it our habit that was developed in our childhood, the one that kills us now, slowly destroying our health. May be we don't know enough about health and nutrition yet. May be we still need some time. Well, we don't have that time. &lt;/div&gt;
Enough. Industrial revolution freed us from hard labour and meager&amp;nbsp; rough food. Now we can grind, bleach, process, turn into pulp, into powder&amp;nbsp;just about anything. We can extract, add, remove, pasteurise, boil, freeze, keep frozen, sterilize,evaporate, add lots of chemicals unknown to the most part of population,mimick nature, mimick real food. We have to trust our food industry, haven't we? Well, I don't know and I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;
Most of our contemporary diseases are from lack of right nutrition and physical inactivity.&amp;nbsp;Plainly speaking we sit too much and eat&amp;nbsp;too much of wrong food. And it does not really matter what exactly do&amp;nbsp;you eat, if you food is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;
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I do not believe our food industry and our doctors for that matter for one and only reason, - their vast material interest is in it, financially they are too deeply in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/business/article/985342--loblaw-profits-rise-23-despite-lower-revenues"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loblaw&lt;/strong&gt; Companies Ltd.&lt;/a&gt; says first-quarter &lt;strong&gt;profits&lt;/strong&gt; rose nearly 23 per cent to $162 million, beating expectations, even though its sales were down. People eat, people eat more when recession strikes. &lt;/div&gt;
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If a food company can squeeze&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;cent from&amp;nbsp; you, I am sure they will. Sometimes all they have to do is&amp;nbsp;just to remove some more expensive ingredients from your product and then add the cheapest ones. You'll never know the difference, until you get sick, even then&amp;nbsp; you are not going to know. You'll get bad symptoms, you'll go to the doctor, who will gladly prescribe you a bunch of unnecessary, even dangerous drugs, worthless vitamins, that your body&amp;nbsp;will store in you tissue and organs desperately trying to get rid of those, getting even more "sick" symptoms. Your doctor has a vast financial interest in your being sick. Always remember that. &lt;/div&gt;
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You&amp;nbsp; have to educate yourself. You have to think, to experiment, to try. Forget about restaurant, they are in business of making money,&amp;nbsp;fast-food traps, all that&amp;nbsp;processed crap they are relentlessly advertising about&amp;nbsp;on TV. They need money, your poor schmuck's money. You need health. And no one is going to give it to you but yourself. Go to the store and look at the products beyond beautiful colourful packages. You do not eat pictures, you eat product, and that product has to be healthy and minimally processed. Why do you have to buy 'chicken fingers'? Chicken do not have any fingers. Buy meat if you want meat, fresh and unprocessed. Grill it, or boil it, or roast it, it's up to you. Make some fresh salad. Plain white vinegar, drop of good olive oil and squeeze of sweet orange will make you the best dressing for your salads. &lt;/div&gt;
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If you want cereal, don't look for a fancy box. Buy grains and cook those as much as you like. You never know what might hide in these fancy packages, but you are not a child and you are not eating that box! Oatmeal is cheap and takes no time to cook and is good for you. Eat it! And there are lots of useful &amp;nbsp;grains that you can eat, that will give you energy and health. And you know what? You can hardly overeat on a wholesome food, because you'll satisfy your body well enough with a small amount of good food.&lt;/div&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Another thought. Just imagine that we suddenly&amp;nbsp;refused to buy all that crappy loaded with sugar yogurts,cereals, juices, ice-creams and cookies. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine what exactly our food industry&amp;nbsp;is going to do? Yes, they are going to adapt to OUR NEEDS. They must. They must produce&amp;nbsp;good, clean,wholesome unprocessed&amp;nbsp;product for our consumption. Why? Because we need it.&amp;nbsp;And they do not have a choice, they&amp;nbsp;need that money of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-3384369969065580648?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When you live long enough you stop worrying about it. You know it's unavoidable. You know it will happen one day whether you like it or not. There is no point of worying about it. You just live your life and trying to enjoy it as much as you can. There is no point in being unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What scares you the most is: what&amp;nbsp;if something happens to your children? You cannot stop worrying about them . It's simply impossible. It's like a building block with a hole in it&amp;nbsp;in your nervous system. You do not want anything bad happen to them, you just cannot prevent it, that feeling of hope and despair that mingles inside you&amp;nbsp;and give you some sleepless nights... Well, it's the price of being a mother, I guess. That worry will be always with you as long as you live.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next to that I can put my scare of old age. If you live long enough you become ... old. I do not want to be that old. When you cannot walk or do things, when diseases of old age cripple you and turn you into a scarecrow to frighten young children... I do not want to be that old, but may be I won't, may be I will perish before that, before I will become a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; horrible burden to myself and to others. I do not want a nursing home, empty foreign faces who help you without real compassion, just for salary, just for being paid. I would hate that. &lt;br /&gt;
I do not want to be old and unable to provide for myself, to be really poor, living in a shabby room with no nice things in it, without friendly faces around, unable to clean even that shabby room, I am so scared of that. And of loneliness, loneliness of an old ugly woman nobody needs, not even a cat... when all friends are far away or dead, and children've forgotten you, they are having their own lives and&amp;nbsp;problems, and you are just an old witch and no one needs you. How terrible can&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;be?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;My mom was not very old when she died but she was so lonely. I moved with my family&amp;nbsp;to another country, my brother was dead , even my dad, though they were divorced died&amp;nbsp;really soon,&amp;nbsp;after some terrible disease ate him away.&amp;nbsp;She was so lonely in the country with all that rough&amp;nbsp;changes,&amp;nbsp; a much younger person might have problems to deal with. I never realised I could lose her so suddenly. May be if I stayed with her and never moved, I wouldn't have lost her&amp;nbsp;that suddenly.&amp;nbsp;It was quite a shock for me. We think our parents will live a long life, we forget that they are mortals like everybody else. Now I am scared&amp;nbsp; that might happen to me and&amp;nbsp; my children. I do not want to be alone. I do not want to be abandoned. I do not want to be a burden. I am so scared of that... It's the biggest scare of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-5439013452479088070?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They should have shot this person like a mad dog. He does not deserve a trial, he is not human, he is lunatic and monster who should be killed the same way he killed those innosent young people. He did not have right to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;If you want to say something, then go ahead and say it, prove your point. There is Internet and other media at your service,&amp;nbsp;you do not have to kill anybody. Now, after what he's done, he does not deserve to listened, he does nor have&amp;nbsp; right to speak, he proved only one point - &amp;nbsp;that he is one crazy immoral worm, not a human being. I despise him. I despise all terrorists. It happened in Norway but it could have happened in any country, and we can never predict where it might strike again. I wish I could do something. I hope we'll be able to protect ourselves better in future, I just do not know if it is possible but I do not want to lose hope, it's all I have. It's not supposed to happen, not in &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/norway/8657928/Norway-Killer-Father-horrified-by-Anders-Behring-Breivik-killing-spree.html"&gt;Norway&lt;/a&gt;, no way, I must be dreaming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-788713950930098315?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know the difference between those two, earnestly. What&amp;nbsp; do you expect from&amp;nbsp;a reluctant immigrant? Though technically I am not an immigrant, not anymore. I just do not feel like I belong here, not in Toronto anyway though I cannot say anything bad&amp;nbsp;about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I live here, I have a good&lt;a href="http://www.viewit.ca/"&gt; modest apartment&lt;/a&gt; with everything included in it and not that terribly pricey as you might expect in a big city, could be worse. I work. I still have my 2 cats with me though they are not that happy living on a third floor with no escape to the streets that's what they'd love to do, bur cannot. Balcony they don't like, though I find it rather convenient for me. Sometimes I can even have my breakfast there, sitting and enjoying 5 minutes of fresh air and summer breeze before I go to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The area is a little bit noisy, it's the corner almost the corner of intersection of 2&amp;nbsp;large streets that are never quiet completely - day or light. Cars, big&amp;nbsp;trucks, what not, 24 hours a day. Well, you cannot have everything. It's still modest pay in comparison to other areas. I want to move out of this nice town though, I want to live somewhere&amp;nbsp;with less of everything, where I can hear birds and be able to talk to somebody on a street without rising my voice, just to walk on a street without all that deathening noise of a big city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'd like to have some river, lake, some water near by, so I can enjoy nature&amp;nbsp;a little bit more. The problem is always the same - work. Where can I find work in a smaller city? I do not have a demanded profession, skills that can easily land you a job anywhere. Nowadays even with skills people are struggling. I am not a nurse or a doctor, I cannot expect to drop one job and to find another right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Money, money, why do we always need them? I feel like I work too much but not going anywhere, like nothing to look forward to. If I retire at 65, I am not going to get enough money to live comfortably on, I will still have to work and I hate that. And I am still far from 65, I still have to work and work, and work... I live frugally but I still do not have savings, I have to think about living in poverty if I retire and I hate that. Being old and poor, what&amp;nbsp;could be worse? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://www1.toronto.ca/wps/portal/refresh/toronto?vgnextoid=6bf6d1e80065c210VgnVCM10000067d60f89RCRD"&gt;Toronto is a good city&lt;/a&gt;. It's clean, lots of nice parks, Ontario lake you can go to if you can endure 1-2 hours trip (without a car), because public transportation right now is not that great. Far from that. Most of the time I just prefer to stay at home, when I have a luxury of free time of course. I am not keen on restaurants or pubs, as it is always require money I do not have, or time I do not posses either. So other than work nothing keeps me in Toronto, well, it gives my two sons place to live I guess, but I am sure they will manage without me. &lt;/div&gt;The question is where else can I possibly go? 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&amp;nbsp;And how far it was&amp;nbsp; from the truth! Now I am here, in a big city. Yes,&amp;nbsp;noise is&amp;nbsp;here all right,everywhere, no escape from it;&amp;nbsp;and people,&amp;nbsp;people who are trying to avoid you, not to push you or touch you. But they do not see you, unless you are wearing something outrageous or behave obnoxiously, - they do not pay attention, they do not&amp;nbsp;know you. You are just a part of urban landscape, a moving part. Now you are here and next time you are gone. &lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it feels strange, sometimes it hurts. You want somebody to say "hi" to you, or just talk to you or may be even swear at you, anything but that blank wall in their eyes. Eyes that see and don't see, people that hear and don't listen. And then loneliness creeps inside you, like a&amp;nbsp;cold wind on the frosty day. You start shivering on a hot summer day, not because you are cold, but because you feel as if your soul is shrinking inside you, and there is no way you can stop that unless you find somebody who is going to listen, who can understand, who can share your feelings, who is your friend or just another human being who cares. &lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday I had a chance to talk to an elderly&amp;nbsp;lady. We've been talking about living in immigration, how it affects your life, your children. She said a remarkable thing, "&amp;nbsp;What's a point of having nice things if you do not have anybody to share it with?"&amp;nbsp; She lives in big city, same as me. She is an immigrant here, same as me. And she tries hard not to feel lonely, isolated, unwanted and unneeded.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I guess when you come to a different country, you leave something more than just memories&amp;nbsp;and distant (close)&amp;nbsp;relatives back there. You leave&amp;nbsp;your whole big world back there and you cannot replace it here in your new country, and you cannot bring&amp;nbsp;your world&amp;nbsp;with you.&amp;nbsp; It may be good or bad but it's yours and you will miss it for the rest of your life, unless... but that's another story and it needs another hero, not me. I am just a face in the crowd, a tired face with blank eyes that stare at you but do not see you,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;do not want me&amp;nbsp;to touch you or deal with you in any way... sorry, do not have time, I am in a hurry, do not want to miss my bus, I am taking home my groceries and my&amp;nbsp;loneliness too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-3279442714631073508?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's spring now. I love spring in Canada. It&amp;nbsp;is so short and nice. Either winter steals some of its beauty&amp;nbsp;with cold nights and late snows, or summer with its untimely hot days and unexpectedly humid nights shortens it. Well, at least we do not have -40C in winter like Alberta has, so we should not complain here in Ontario. Usually seasons in Ontario (not going to vouch for all provinces) end up abruptly and quickly. So if it is May, you better buy and keep handy light clothes, fans, some cooling systems for sure. And if it is August, please, buy warm boots and winter jacket, you'll need&amp;nbsp;them sooner than you think, as usual. A sight of a man in sandals and shorts when it is -10C outside is not inspiring to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I understand when you are from a country where there is no snow, no&amp;nbsp;temperatures below zero, no frost, you might not realise that even if&amp;nbsp;you have a car, you better have warm clothing too. Really warm. &lt;br /&gt;
In cold climate when it is close to -20C with wind, you need&amp;nbsp;a good insulated&amp;nbsp;warm coat&amp;nbsp;and boots, and some warm hat too because most heat goes out from your body if you are not wearing anything on your head. You need a warm hat,&amp;nbsp;scarf and&amp;nbsp; coat&amp;nbsp;and gloves&amp;nbsp;or mittens. Then you will notice an interesting thing: it is not that cold in Canada actually if you are properly dressed. According to&amp;nbsp;the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-6712270126909406459?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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April Fool's day.&amp;nbsp;Something, I’ve never experienced before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I do not mind jokes. Usually people tell you that your back is white, or that somebody just called you and you have to go and see so-and-so who is waiting outside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But what happened this time is not a good joke. On the contrary. It was an ordinary day. I came to work as usual, unlocked the door, checked my answering machine and wrote down the today’s date in my ledger. I went to the conference room and made my usual cup of tea. Somebody, one of our clients came and asked for some paper work. It was&amp;nbsp;just the regular&amp;nbsp;day. My boss came with her husband who recently passed the exam and now as a Mortgage Agent is trying to learn the ropes of mortgage business. Usually people come to the bank first to get their mortgage and if bank turns them down then they come to our company hoping we can help. Sometimes we can. It may be some glitch in their credit report, some unpaid debt that can be quickly paid and the credit score can be improved. Sometimes we cannot help but can give an advice, and next time they will come to us because they like us and feel confident in our professional approach. Anyway, it was just a day as any others, people would come and go, telephone calls, clients, some sales people passing buy, leaving their cards at my table and telephone numbers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I usually do not have a set&amp;nbsp;lunch time; I take some break when I see it’s convenient for everybody. This time I did not get out for a short walk or to buy some snack. I left my place &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and stepped out a couple of times but when it was time to go home, I found out that all my money that I had in my wallet are gone to the last penny. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Just somebody got inside it and emptied it. April Fool’s day! I have no idea who might have done it. But joke is all on me, only I am not laughing for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-8114684850353955883?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It might happen to any country. It's what is called seismic activity. Some people get killed. On a global scale no big deal. On a personal level it's a different story. I cannot imagine it on&amp;nbsp; a personal level, don't even want to think. Too scary. You've lost your home is one thing, but being nuked into the bargain? Is it the price of living in a civilised society? Is it green energy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know we used to call nuclear energy "clean" energy. &lt;/div&gt;I think disaster in Japan shows how bad that joke is. We all can be there. We should stop building that crap. Any big disaster can turn our planet into a donut hole. And we are doing it. We need energy, more and more. We turn it on and never bother to turn off. We keep our houses with thermostats on +25C, and complain that we do not have money to pay for it. We keep TV on, computer on, lights on, air conditioner on all summer whether it is hot or not so hot, it's still on, why bother? They will build new power plants, invent new energy, we will waste new same way we are wasting the old one now. We drive cars whether it's 10 miles or&amp;nbsp;10 steps. We drive it to buy a pack of cigarettes around the corner. We drive our children to school that stands around the block. May be we should stop and pay attention. I do not like that thing that happened in Japan. You should not too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-4129134689626088956?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who needs all that poverty?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;An old worn up bag lady stumbles on the invisible crack in the payment. Like an ancient gray bird hardly moving on her old ugly swollen legs, she mumbles something known and heard only&amp;nbsp;by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She crawls into a dingy hole that is her room in a run down&amp;nbsp;apartment as old and&amp;nbsp;shabby as herself. Nothing but old and rusty things in her room. Nothing valuable, nothing nice, dust and cockroaches everywhere. Pile of&amp;nbsp; dim plastic&amp;nbsp;dishes in the sink, old wooden box with a stained cloth on it for a table, two old mattresses on top of each other is her bed in the corner, no sheets, old torn blanket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Was she always like that? Where are her children if any? Or some relatives to lend her a helping hand, to provide a better place to live and some healthy food? Why does she have to live like that? Alone in this dirty room. A small pension can be enough if you have a decent place to live. I cannot help but wondering, did she work when she was young? Has she lost everything that she had, got robbed, got sick? I don't know. Her face keeps its secrets, all it says,"I am sick and poor, I do not have anything." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes, but poverty does not have to be like that - ugly, dirty, hopeless. I look&amp;nbsp;at her, wondering if my fate is going to be like that. If&amp;nbsp; I live to an old age, am I going to be that ugly, lonely and poor? Can I prevent it? Not the age but poverty bothers me, that hopeless poverty, "no way out" kind of poverty. Or is it just her choice? To be independent from anybody and everybody, to have minimum and do not care? Just to move along until the last leaf of her&amp;nbsp;life falls down. Why? Do we need all that? Is there any sense in that life? I pity and I resent her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cannot help thinking about my own age. What am I&amp;nbsp; going to do when I am going to be old and helpless and cannot work any more? It is already $5 for a loath of bread.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am I going to starve? Are my children going to care? Can I do something now? Or is it too late? I do not want to be like that. I do not want to be like her. I do care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-2484246478710898857?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who needs all that poverty?" /><author><name>Alla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04464521769413136694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6QJ3UA7n7o/TFzM0gd6wII/AAAAAAAAAHU/fBIOWZb-H8Y/S220/Leningrad+004.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://relimmigrant.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-that-life-real-who-needs-all-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGSH0zfSp7ImA9Wx9aGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173244913575548224.post-5252352575089524507</id><published>2011-03-11T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:10:29.385-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T09:10:29.385-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food producers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free of pollution" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plastic bags" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bromate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obesity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mass production" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liquid sugar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="killing everything" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pasteyrized milk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gluten" /><title>I think those food producers are too comfortable...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-esXEwlmxDnc/TXpU4MX49kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ldz_H6RSYWE/s1600/Loaded_Fries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-esXEwlmxDnc/TXpU4MX49kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ldz_H6RSYWE/s1600/Loaded_Fries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think those food producers are way too comfortable. They still mass produce all that crap that makes us sick, and we keep paying for it, keep eating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It maddens me big time. People, please, read the labels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stop drinking sodas. it's nothing but liquid sugar + and it's bad for you. Very bad, very-very bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's not just obesity, it's a lot of other things. Do not make doctors happy and rich, you health is your life. What can you possibly accomplish without it? Do you need to&amp;nbsp;get sick to&amp;nbsp;use your brain? Are you still drinking "diet" coke? Or put "sweet-N-low" in your coffee? You are still buying milk,&amp;nbsp;aren't you? That processed white liquid that was collected from 50 (100?) cows, heated, killing everything "alive" in it, sealed into plastic bags and delivered to you, after you paid money to have&amp;nbsp;the right to&amp;nbsp;drink it, and to have hard time to digest it, because there is nothing natural left in it. Y-u-ck!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You&amp;nbsp; are buying that so called commercial juice made from concentrate that&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;frozen last year, kept in containers, diluted with water with added corn syrup, pasteurized and... you can guess the rest. Your body has to deal with it, don't be surprised if you are not feeling that great, - &amp;nbsp;be surprised if you are feeling great, it may be just your luck, until it runs out on you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bread, the smell of it brings so much memories. It is a part of any culture. What's happened to it? Why do I have to buy it wrapped in plastic, sliced, soft like a sponge,&amp;nbsp;forever "fresh"? You eat it you, you do not feel right, you feel bloated and ... hungry. Somebody blames wheat, another - gluten, sugar, bleaching of flour, bromate, fats added to it. Who knows what's the real problem is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, you cannot make yourself everything you eat, you have to rely on the others, and others are trying to make some money by selling you produce that traditionally was part of everybody's diet. But certain things changed and mass production turned some products into something that is not food for life anymore. If you eat it, it will make you sick, not now, may be not even tomorrow but it will. Your body needs natural unprocessed, mostly uncooked free of pollution&amp;nbsp;food. And if you can accomplish that you'll be surprised how little of it you really need to feel healthy and happy and full of life. Wake up and smell your coffee, just do not put sugar in it, please, I am begging you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-5252352575089524507?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's about me.&amp;nbsp;It looks like I'll come to the retirement years without a lot. Well, actually with nothing. It scares me a bit. Not that&amp;nbsp;much though. Eventually I have to leave&amp;nbsp;the Earth and it does not matter if I have millions or nothing. You cannot take it with you on your last journey, I wish I could have something. Well, I wish I had something that I could leave to my children,&amp;nbsp;in that case&amp;nbsp;they do not have to be like me - poor. I do not like poverty. The hopelessness and helplessness of it. And everyday worry about money and things. I like nice things - furniture, jewelry, books with nice covers and golden letters on front cover. I would love to have a good library of my own with all best classics that I love but I know it's impossible unless I win a lottery. But for that you have at least to play it and I don't. I do not want to spend money I don't have on things that's impossible to attain. Or should I? Should I dream about impossible and try and against all odds go ahead and do crazy things? No, it is not me. I basically do not need a lot for myself, I just see that my kids are not trying to accomplish something, they are not that driven. And that scares me because I am not getting any younger. I've missed something important in my life. It was long ago and I do not remember what it was. I just know&amp;nbsp; that I would've done that when it was the right time, not now. Now it is too late, not for them (my kids) but for me. Now I have to live the way I can, not the way I want and that bugs me. May be I am wrong though. May be I still can try and live my life the way I want to. May be&amp;nbsp;if I do,&amp;nbsp;I am not going to feel sick and worried, and depressed. May be I'll be able to soar above mundane troubles and misgivings of my soul, and just feel alive -&amp;nbsp;not like a dead tree in winter. I do not want to be that dead wood, seriously, I don't. I just don't know how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
Recently I found out that my credit report is not as good as I expected and I owe somebody money, some rental place from like 5 years ago. We just could not sit there till the end of our lease and moved out early, month or two not much, but they put it to small claims court. Now I cannot expect any favours from any bank, I have to save my own money, I guess, because I cannot pay that debt and really don't want to kill myself over it. It's not worth it. I was wondering, is it possible to live in Canada and not to owe&amp;nbsp; somebody something? I thought I can, but looks like I cannot. I need a lot of stuff, I am postponing everything, all buying but for how long? Everything I earn goes for rent and food, and I do not want credit card debts, that's a murder for sure. Sometimes I think,"If I stayed in my old country, where would I be now?" Life consists&amp;nbsp;of series of occasions, accidents, last minute decisions we knew nothing about an hour ago, so it's hard to predict, what's going to happen. Well, I still feel like I am on a platform waiting for my train to come, so I can go home. Where is that train?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-381924537164360253?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Water, bread, air to breathe, shelter from cold and rain. A hot stove to cook a dinner and to warm your hands after long and wearisome day. Some clothes on our back. But in reality we need more, we want more. We want something that is ours. Our car, our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We want things, special things, that are beautiful and unique, or just luxurious and fashionable. We want a car to move around and not to depend on public transportation, we want a house or an&amp;nbsp;apartment that belongs to us, not just a rental place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We (especially women) want nice clothes and more than enough of them, so we could change our image and look differently all the time. But sometimes that choices take too much time and money from us and we cannot resist temptation to get more than we need and pay more than we can afford to obtain that. And we end up with lots of debts and frustrations, and&amp;nbsp;with plenty&amp;nbsp;of unnecessary things we cannot get rid of. Or some people become sick with &lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/2009/mar/15/1h15clutter192159-hoarding-disease-s-hard-fathom/"&gt;hoarding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I never even heard about such affliction in my old country where we had the only choice usually - one type of a product, one brand and probably limited so you can just buy one piece, or one kilo or one thing of it (like one loath of bread) even if you need more. It's just 2 choices - to have it or to have not, to buy it or to buy not. So you could make an instant decision without complex procedure of making up your mind what color, size or brand&amp;nbsp; to buy. Just grab it until somebody else does and be happy, and take good care of that thing or it might get ruined by something and then you have to live without it until another occasion. Is it a good thing or not when you have multiple choices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess some things are really can be more simple. We do not need 50 brands of toothpaste or 30 brands of bread or soap at the store. Or may be 100 brands of cookies or cereals in colorful boxes. They are not good nutritional product anyway. And they are basically the same, just boxes and prices are different. So far if I met a really healthy cookie, the price was&amp;nbsp;usually astronomically high, so I never had a chance to&amp;nbsp;appreciate the taste - beyond my league, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, right now so many thins are just made in China, and there is not much quality in them. You cannot expect to buy a winter coat and wear it for 10 years in such way that it still looks good on you after that. Or shoes/boots that you can wear for 5 years and be happy with it. Things are not the same now. I used to buy boots that you could wear for 5 years but they were not made in China...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A lot of choices probably is a good thing anyway, i just do not want to spend so much time at the store, I value my time and my money. So buying a complete crap even a cheap one is not nice either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I bought a bed in April 2010. It is January now and I already giving away parts of it, as I am going to throw away it soon. My mattress&amp;nbsp;is absolute garbage. All springs are sticking into my ribs already. And I assumed that a&amp;nbsp;bed supposed to last a long time, not half a year. Do I want a&lt;a href="http://www.the-sleep-guide.com/how-to-buy-a-new-mattress.html"&gt; new bed&lt;/a&gt;? No, I don't. Do I have to buy it? I am afraid I have to. &lt;/div&gt;I do not like sleeping on springs. Not much fun&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;all. So what is sustaining our economy -&amp;nbsp;our buying power, or existence of credit cards, as our buying power is close to zero, as most of us are in a survival mode anyway? Well, I am all&amp;nbsp;for choices, for lots of choices - in employment possibilities, in cheap housing, in healthy nutritional food.&amp;nbsp; Wishful thinking, I am afraid, it's&amp;nbsp;not going to happen. not in my lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-718979216929470498?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6QJ3UA7n7o/TTYO_V91wVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Eqn2TAdp9UM/s1600/canada_37_bg_061904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6QJ3UA7n7o/TTYO_V91wVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Eqn2TAdp9UM/s320/canada_37_bg_061904.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I came to work and made a cup of coffee with cream. I usually don't dare to drink coffee but I think once in a while and a weak one and with cream that means even weaker - should be okay. I love coffee but I try to avoid it because of my blood pressure. I should not aggravate the thing that is high enough as is. I've never treated it with proper medication, just cannot trust doctors on that. I am sure blood pressure is the result of some abnormalities in my body not just a disease by itself. So what's the point of treating the end result if you don't know what's causing this?&amp;nbsp;The problem is you cannot always be careful enough, you have your life to live, haven't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so used to pushing myself when I need some rest instead, that I hardly notice that sometimes. I have to catch myself in the process of overworking and tell,"That's just enough, just go and have a rest." Sometimes it works , sometimes I realise that I overstretched myself when it is too late and I am sick with some cold or something. Right now I have symptoms of cold like for the third week already, way too long. And I cannot shake it no matter what. I tried sleep, rest, good food, vitamins, stayed in bed for a week, drank a lot of freshly squeezed juices - nothing works. Maybe one week was not enough, may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, I had some time to think and my thoughts were not happy ones.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am not going anywhere, like I am stuck in something that is pretty bore and there is not a progress in that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I do not feel comfortable in that weather, especially in Toronto. I feel all that pollution just hanging in the air, just pushing you down, just making you weaker and sicker. I don't like that. I want some fresh air, let it be cold, but I want it to be fresh, not polluted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I don't want to breathe all that car exhausts on the overcrowded streets of Toronto, but the problem is that I do not have means to go and live somewhere else. Basically I don't know anything about other places in Canada, and from some little things that I heard, every place has its own problems and its own solutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The question is: are you ready to face different problems? Are you equipped with tools for different solutions? That's what I've guessed. So just sit tight and wait for the occasion or for some revelation.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Sunday I was riding a bus to downtown at 6 a.m. - my second job I cannot live without. It was bitter cold, that feels bad especially when you do not have enough of sleep and I usually don't, when I have to get up at that time. There was a man sitting across from&amp;nbsp;me on that bus. He was very cold, badly dressed in old sneakers that clearly knew better times and some worn and dirty slacks&amp;nbsp; and "plastic" jacket, not even parka, yellowish dirty color, well, just plain dirty... No way you should be dressed in Canadian winter like that! He was shivering. His long unkempt half grey hair covered part of his face as if&amp;nbsp;in attempt to gain some warmth , some cover from penetrating cold. What was&amp;nbsp;his destination to&amp;nbsp;in those early hours? Was it his miserable and hard&amp;nbsp;job that made him look like that, when you are so tired that you do not want to take care of yourself, you just want to get by, or was it simply his drunkenness or homelessness that made him look like that - sick, cold, broken, like somebody lost, like somebody nobody needs anymore even himself ? After couple of stops he left the bus, disappeared into dark cold morning, into his cold miserable existence. I was thinking, "Why life&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;so unfair? Why can't we all be happy, well supplied with all necessities in life, comfortable and well off?" I see it clearly that some of us have too much and some have just nothing, not even a warm coat to cover the empty stomach, I just don't know why. And it bothers me because it should not be like that, society has everything, you just have to know where to go in order to get it. Or is it too hard to give something back? Like your skills, your time, your attention? Is it easier just do nothing and expect somebody to come and give you everything&amp;nbsp;for free? No, nothing is for free and some things require a lot of work and stress, but is it worth it? Yes, I think so, because what you get back is your life, a good one, a happy one, but it cannot just come to you, you have to work on that first. To make an effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-1671348415432785032?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I cook I cannot keep myself from eating - food smells good and makes me hungry. &lt;br /&gt;
I have to find ways to make more money and put it aside for my mortgage goals. I have to work on that in this new year and that means I need a new approach - old one is not working. I need some experiments,&amp;nbsp;new trials. I need mini-goals. I do not want just to eat, work, sleep, write something, clean my apartment, feed the cats, go shopping, eat, work, sleep again... Life is more than that but for that more stuff&amp;nbsp; you need more money.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Should I try to win a lottery? Ne-a-a. It's not going to work. Though I should probably buy lottery tickets sometimes just for fun. Working 24 a day is not going to help either, I need another strategy and better planning. I don't think I have enough&amp;nbsp;wickedness and old world charm in me in order&amp;nbsp;to marry a rich guy and then kill him for his money. And I definitely cannot rob a bank. So I am left to my own meager means and I will stick to them. And I will learn from "gurus"&lt;a href="http://www.speakcash.com/"&gt; how to make more money.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Though most of them are fakes anyway.&amp;nbsp; Scams galore! Internet Klondike is opened, buyer beware. Everybody is selling a better shovel, a nice dream. Well, I am not trying to become rich, just to make sure I am not out on the streets, homeless and hungry.That is the&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=relimmigrantb-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000JQU1VS&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=relimmigrantb-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B003GAMPWM&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;scariest thing for any immigrant and I am not an exception. It scares me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-804961601441115712?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It's so strange. It's gone already, just one day and a half left. I cannot believe that. I think that when you become older your years start speeding uncontrollably. Or may be it's just you pay less attention, not many&amp;nbsp;things&amp;nbsp;excite you as before, not anymore. There is not much wonder in your life. Days are just passing by -&amp;nbsp;one by one, one by one. Monday-Friday, then weekend,&amp;nbsp; another weekend job, then Monday again. If you had more money you could go somewhere, to a different place, where time may be goes slower, may be people are not in such a hurry to do things as they are here in Canada. Rushing, pushing each other, arguing sometimes or just silently looking at you as if&amp;nbsp;you are not here. &lt;br /&gt;
Well, I don't want to be here, I just do not have another place to&amp;nbsp; go. It's my home now, guys, my place to live. Home. I am dreaming of buying my own place but it's still such a far away dream. I absolutely forbid myself even to think about it now, because it is so fruitless, so depressing. I know I have to work on my dream, but it's like a mirage - the closer you are trying to come to it, the more dim and unrealistic it becomes, just like a real mirage...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I know I need some push, some motivation. I do not want to end up in somebody else's basement and call it my home, I just cannot afford right now to buy anything. Not here in Toronto, not anywhere... It drives me crazy and I am trying not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I will think about New Year's holidays, couple of free from work days that I am going to have. I still can go to some places in Toronto and may be see something I've never seen before. It's a big town and you surely can find &lt;a href="http://www.torontoplace.com/attractions.htm"&gt;some interesting places to visit. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bye-bye year 2010!You were not very bad, but I am glad you are over. I will look for something better in my life in 2011, I had some bad moments in this one, don't want to repeat that. &lt;br /&gt;
December gives me blues but I am not giving to succumb to that. No blues. Tomorrow is my day off and I will enjoy that and have some treats and some &lt;a href="http://busycooks.about.com/od/holidayrecipesandmenus/a/holidaymenus.htm"&gt;nice homemade dinner,&lt;/a&gt; not much appetite though, but I'll think of something, something that everybody will like maybe. Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-3063603215967176585?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is it just a dream, or political talk for important people to get involved, to shed some money, especially if it is not coming&amp;nbsp;from your pocket? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What is going on? How can&amp;nbsp;my energy&amp;nbsp;be green? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Personally I think solar and&amp;nbsp;wind energy are not efficient yet. They are still in a process. Otherwise everybody would be&amp;nbsp;doing it, but we are still holding the gas pump at the gas stop, and the price on it is climbing steady. I've been thinking and this idea is totally mine. Nobody told me anything and I've never told anybody about it. You'll be the first to know. And don't tell me I am stupid, or crazy, I don't like it and it is not polite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, may be I am a little bit stupid and crazy, but it is not nice to say that anyway. My idea is very simple. We pump oil and gas out, right? And it is everywhere - &amp;nbsp;the process goes non stop. And we are looking for more, other places to pump it out. We need it, a lot of it, gas and oil in some form. Well, after we've emptied the place, it might be filled with something else inside the ground, this cavern has to be filled with something, some other gas or hot air hasn't it? It is not going to stay empty there. We have plenty of hot stuff inside, &lt;a href="http://pubs.usgs.gov/gip/dynamic/inside.html"&gt;http://pubs.usgs.gov/gip/dynamic/inside.html&lt;/a&gt; , it is really hot inside our planet Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What if all that stuff comes out into our empty spaces we created and fills them up and escapes and warms our planet? Here goes our global warming, what do you think? It's just an idea, don't be mad at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And don't call me, I'll call you, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-7530427576270377493?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I remember that big tree, richly decorated standing in my room. How nice it was to go to bed and see in the dark mysteriously alien and wondrously familiar tree, all that sparkle and little jingling of the tree toys on it when somebody would pass by it touching it slightly. You go to bed and wake up with that wonderful smell of holiday and presents, with hope and promise that never realised but was so pleasant to anticipate. &lt;br /&gt;
You wait for a miracle of something wonderful, something amazing&amp;nbsp;but at the end nothing wonderful happens and you are still happy with all that holiday glamor and light and smell and taste of Christmas candies and nuts, and home made cookies. Lots of treats, lots of modest presents, that can fill your heart -&amp;nbsp;small child's heart with joy and gratitude and hope. Something you'll never forget. Something that stays with you into your adulthood. Something that you see in the eyes of you children on a Christmas Eve. Something that makes our life worth living. &lt;br /&gt;
Happiness is made of little things and this is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-4310682558743124686?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I did not&amp;nbsp;experience a lot of discrimination when I came to Canada. But I remember one lady told me,"You came (she meant immigrants) and took our jobs." She blamed me as an immigrant of taking a job from them - non immigrants, local people. And the general policy in Canada is very welcoming towards immigrants. Imagine yourself in&amp;nbsp;a country where every foreigner is an intruder and people openly say so and as soon as you&amp;nbsp;'ve learned their language, you understand that. May be they are not going to tell you openly that but they'll try to get advantage, to discriminate you, to cheat you, to steal from you when they can. So no matter how beautiful and friendly this country looks for you - be careful it is still not your country, not the one you know, and used to. Their government might be progressive too - more or less, but they might change that in a flash and a new one might be not so friendly and will kick you out, our just take away everything you have from you, because it is their land and you are an intruder. And tell me, that I am not right. You cannot do it, because I am right. I do not expect any great revolution here in Canada or radical changes in the government, or that people will go on the streets and starts shooting each other, but in other countries it might happen and happens every day in the 3rd world countries. So should I go and risk stability and not very easy and quite stressful life here for the unknown there? I don't think so. But I am immigrant already, I made my choice. What about you? You are still want that adventure, that chance? Well, it's your life, what can I say. Just don't say I did not warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-1068795608304443343?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have them around us. Our worldly goods, we are used to them. We inherit some of them. We buy and collect the others. We argue and quarrel about some of them with our relatives (this clock my great grandmother promised to me - it's mine). We fight for them in court with our angry spouses and hate our siblings who deprived us from them. We need them, they are part of our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We work really hard to accumulate them (I need that dining table, sofa, chair, curio cabinet, etc.) We sink into credit card debt and bankruptcy for them. Sometimes they take over our life, sometimes they detach us from reality and we become hoarders. I know a woman ( and she is not poor, far from it), who washes plastic caps from water bottles sold at grocery stores in a dishwasher and keeps them in a kitchen drawer sorted by size. She washes and collects bottles too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure what is cheaper - to buy reusable container or to run dishwasher all day. I am sure they are not meant to be washed and reused and probably leak some chemical stuff when heated. I don't know. I personally think that my time is more important. I better have some rest and drink boiled tap water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for kids I use just water that is sold in plastic bottles but I never bother to reuse them. If they are dirty I just throw them away. My life is more important to me. I can use my time better . I can read a book, talk to my kids, cook something nice, or just have a much needed rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need it in our crazy contemporary life, we should not be slaves to our lifestyle, to our goods, our worldly goods. In real life we do not need that much. As a matter of fact we need very little. Some food. Good night sleep. Clothes to wear when it is cold. Shelter when it is raining. A human hand to touch. A should to cry on when life is too hard on us. A healthy voice of your child on the telephone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest - just things to collect dust upon them. We don't really need them, trust me. &lt;a href="http://www.worldsstrangest.com/mental-floss/suffer-from-disposophobia-these-7-famous-hoarders-did/"&gt;http://www.worldsstrangest.com/mental-floss/suffer-from-disposophobia-these-7-famous-hoarders-did/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-4686133982526252073?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Economy and frugality are in fashion nowadays. We all want to save money, to buy cheap. We do not want to waste our money, but... There is one small problem: what in reality do we pay for cheap things? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one personal example. Recently (in April to be exact) I was moving and decided to buy some new furniture. My old bed was falling apart and my son needed a dresser. I managed to save some money. So I went to the local furniture store and bought a bedroom set, quite a bargain. I paid $500 plus tax for a bed (with a mattress), 2 dressers, two night tables. Super deal. One dresser I gave to my son and another without a mirror I used as an extra storage for small household things. I found a good use for small night tables too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But was it really a bargain? Half a year later, what do I have? My mattress is nothing but springs sticking into my ribs at night, screaming:"we are want out, we want out!" Plastic handles from my dresser break on touch, sides are wobbly and falling off the base. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically now, 6 months later I again need a dresser and a bed. I wasted 500 dollars, I've bought a cheap bargain, that is not a bargain, but a piece of sh***. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I have saved more money to buy more expensive but better stuff? How much better? It's still made in China. It's still not wood but some pressed wood-by product. Who's gained in this case? Is it good for economy? A lot of garbage that looks real, that we are buying and throwing away together with money we've spent on it and buying again and throwing away again. Is it just a furniture? I am afraid not. Same with clothes and kitchen gadgets and other things that are good for nothing. Things that you buy, use for a short time and throw away as completely useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it how our economy going to prosper from now on? We work, spend our money on worthless things, throw them away , work again, buy things again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should our progress teach us something? Why can't we have cheap and good things, things that are convenient and last for a long time. Can I still buy a coat and wear it for 5 years and look nice in it even after 5 years of wearing? Or boots that last more than a year? Can I have furniture, that I can leave to my children in my will? A car that's still works perfect after 5 year lease? Why do we need that constant buying and spending money? Can somebody answer that? Hello-o-o-o! I am waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-3078038509252094593?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Do we need it the way it is?</title><content type="html">I don't understand this. Is this the economy, or just me? I an not becoming any younger. I do not have high hopes for a good, well-paid job or successful business, I have to stick to what I have. And the reality of my life is: I do not have a lot. I have a minimum paid job and another one I have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;And I still cannot afford a lot. I cannot have a car. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; eat what I want and buy things I need, when I need them. Car looks pretty much like a necessity in a big city like Toronto. I don't think it's right. I think that at least in big cities we should rely more on a public transportation. It could be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;, practical and economical for many people who have to buy that darn thing because they do not have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Look around - in the morning we see hundreds of cars around, wasting gasoline, polluting the atmosphere and carrying ... one maximum two persons in it! That much trouble, gas, car insurance just to carry one person to work? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a biggest and most wasteful and completely out of hand madness. How many people live in so called residential areas, where you are so far from any store, or mall, or anything? You don't even have a designated pedestrian path. If you need a napkin or salt or whatever, you are supposed to open your garage, take out your car and go to the store! Add the price of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gasoline&lt;/span&gt; you've spent to buy a lighter or a box of matches or a screw driver, or a can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cat food&lt;/span&gt;! Tell me about living green after that, about frugality and economy! What a stupid joke.&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I was standing on a bus stop for 20 minutes today, waiting for that dam**d bus to go to work, with other people who are "stupid" enough not to have a car. The bus came full to the brim. Luckily for me the driver let us to get in, well, some of us.&lt;br /&gt;It vividly reminded me about my old country. We had to get to work like that, as if we were sardines in a can, neatly packed inside. But my country had been tinkering with socialism for almost 70 years. To see this in Canada just does not sound right.&lt;br /&gt;May be our authorities should better sell our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt; to some 3rd party? May be we 'll be actually able to sit on a bus and come to work on time? Though there might resurface another problem: how much we'll be paying for our comfort in that scenario? Answer that question if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-1714991301648351728?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a regular working day. I was taking my usual bus route to work - not a complicated one. I go to Keele/Finch intersection and then 4 stops from there take me to my work. On a good day(or empty pocket) I can actually walk home from my working place, I do that sometimes, when I feel like it. If there is no rush and weather is good, I can be home in 40 minutes, not bad for a big city, distance-wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my story is not about my healthy life style. On that day while on a bus, I noticed a girl. She was probably my kids' age, give and take. Young, she could even be pretty, if not for her gross overweight -400 or 500 pounds she was, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really upset me - she was sitting there drinking Cola from a 500 ml bottle. I was looking at her but I could not say anything, not in Canada, not on a bus full of people. I could not just come close to her and tell her that she was killing herself by drinking that stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was siting there drinking exactly what was a no-no to her, because with every sip she was adding to her weight and health problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she is going to consume that stuff, she'll continue to grow bigger until she is bed ridden and helpless and very sick, and she probably does not see the connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 12 oz of cola there is 40 gr of sugar, about 8 tsp of sugar. &lt;a href="http://http//www.askipedia.com/askipedia-article-006-219.htm"&gt;http://http//www.askipedia.com/askipedia-article-006-219.htm&lt;/a&gt;If you drink one can of cola for a year, you'll consume 65 pounds of sugar. What do you think it will do to your system?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you seriously think that you can play with your health like that and get away with it? Lots of sugar make this drink highly addictive, and you'll be craving that drink over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bust marijuana growing, but drinking coke is legal and Coca-Cola company is flourishing. Is there any sense in that? Or is just me, stupid immigrant, who does not understand the divine wisdom of successful business? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares about your personal health, we have plenty of young and eager doctors to help you with your medical problems and lots of medications to prescribe to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think same as with credit cards we need a wake up call with our food industry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a saying in my old country:"We don't see forest bend the trees." Exactly, we don't see it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't see that our children can stay healthy and all we need to do is just a little effort - just take out poison from our shopping carts, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we'll do that - companies like Coca-Cola we'll be out of food industry too - for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5173244913575548224-5433004543730470725?l=relimmigrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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