After 60 out of 72 hours in either an airport or on an aeroplane, I landed in Montreal, Quebec exhausted, sick and glad to be back on Canadian soil. Of course, coming into Canada is never simple for me. Every time I have entered this country through an airport I have been searched. This time was no different, and while everyone else passes through the final check unscathed, I now just go straight for the side door where the room lined with one-way mirrors and filled with searching counters exists. Surprisingly the people who actually do the searching are always so much more friendly than those at the counter who you first talk to (for most people it is the only people you talk to). And as always, they find nothing and the only thing
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