I hate it when stereotypes comes true. I take considerable pains to avoid pigeon-holing people with my pre-conceived notions. And yet there I was in Germany living a stereotypical moment. The friendly, naive, over-trusting Canadians got robbed at a hostel.
It has been six months since we spoke. And yet I still think of you everyday. I still miss you everyday. I still wish I could talk to you every day. If I could speak to you, what would I say?