There are so many things I would like to talk about, that I’m not sure where to start from. The first problem is that I don’t know if I’ve already passed the state of New Comer. If it depended on me, I would tell absolutely yes. I’ve got my Canadian experience which, in plain words, means that I’ve at least on full-time contract. By the way, I’ve got also a driver’s licence and two cars. I handsomely pay a day care where my smart son is learning French through his second language that, actually, is English; while my little wild daughter has already learnt how to flush.
Actually, I had my Thanksgiving Day with the omnipresent but delicious stuffed turkey. I also experienced the art of carving big, heavy, fresh and hard pumpkins in order to make them as scaring and cools as possible to freak out the kids asking for their “tricks or treats”. Finally, even though this list could continue, I myself was with my Ninja Son and my Frozen Penguin Daughter (when I say “frozen” I literally mean it given that, notwithstanding the -1, I forgot to make her wear her gloves) on the street trying not to lose my precious kids among hundreds of spider-men, devils, angels, Peter pans, skeletons, serial killers and bloody grey vampires.
T o say the truth, it was not so easy for a person like me who used to hate any kind of costume or even anything in some way related to Carnival, to walk around among adults who pretended (my hope!) to be bloody, devilish, disgusting, paranormal beings.
But this is my new Country and if I think to get one day my citizenship, a part from the national Anthem, I need to share this kind of experiences at least once.
One of the funniest things that night happened when, thinking that the party was already done, someone knocked at the door.
I greeted the guest with my gentlest and warmest smile aware of the fact that behind it, there would be a late kid asking for his treat...
WHAT? A mini mini Death, holding a shining, shining sickle was looking for treats. At least, I thought, he was not searching for me!!!! It would have been even worse, wouldn’t it?
By the way, my reaction was weird because, while my body was trying to pick one of the last loot bag from the box, my mind and its eyes kept scanning that Mini Mini Misfortune Holder. He was perfect: a long black gown kept to the waist by a belt consisting of several Mini Mini Skulls and a Mini Mini voice barely audible through a depressing dark hood.
I had never thought, one day, I could have pronounced a sentence like “Thanks for coming!” to someone who, even only theoretically, Represents the symbol of the end of my life!
To be honest, I would know the reason why I was so quiet and relaxed. Exactly my first Halloween night occurred at the end of two weeks of nightmarish as well as surreal craziness. For Some Reason That I still ignore the week before Had Been one of the worst ever remember I Could ... But This Is Another Story ...
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