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Panel 1 Man and woman in office clothes in a break room.
Man: So, if you were alone in a forest, would you rather run into a strange man… or a bear?
Panel 2 Woman: Oh, hmm… I think the bear.
Man (angry): How can you say that?
(Bear looking quizzically through the window)
Panel 3 Man (angry): You're demonizing men! It's misandry!
Panel 4 Woman: Good point. Why would I ever hear men's reactions?
Man: Exactly! …where did the honey go?
Panel 5 Woman and bear sharing tea
Woman: At least if you maul me, pepper won't say I made it up or I'm misinterpreting.
Bear: I hear you
I thought Edmonton was my home. All my conscious life I was in Edmonton. (I'd actually moved there from Germany at the age of 18 months but of course have no memory of this.)
Then in 1975 I had all that torn away. The tender roots I'd been forming, ripped out of me. I spent the next decade or so of my life bouncing around both inside and outside of Canada.
I have no hometown now. Nowhere that I can return to. My family is scattered across three continents and I hardly ever see any of them.
That's the bad side.
The good side is that I'm very independent. Kidnap me and drop me off blind-folded anywhere in the world and I'll make a place for myself.