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Halifax actually reminds me of Edmonton quite a bit too much. This is another kind of a laid-back capital city filled with nice strangers who always go with, “Hi! How are you? Have a nice day!” sort of template within daily conversation in grocery stores or anywhere else with customer services. People say thank you to the bus driver even though they’re exiting from the back door that is a few meters away from the driver upfront, strangers smile at each other when their eyes accidentally meet, the bus drivers smile at each passenger that come aboard, and so forth.

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I remember perfectly the very first thing that came to my mind once I dragged my eyes out of my laptop screen to the moving window of VIA’s the Ocean train that evening was one of Robert Frost’s world famous poem.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

I imagined, our train from a bird’s view would be meandering intrepidly along the railway that goes through a thick forest of pine woods, and only pine woods. Green and mighty, lush and tall. Fearless and unstoppable. And us humans inside, busy with each of their own universe. Some were wandering to the dream land, some were venturing into the imaginative universe through their laptop or tab screens where other humans mimicking lives we all never had, some dwelled into worlds of words made of ink, and others were just having cozy conversations with the person next seat. I was the second group, watching Emily Blunt catches daily glimpses of other persons’ lives from behind a moving window of a train.

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