8. Daniel's House, QuebecFocus your mind, dear friend, on the journey that lay ahead of me. Never before had I experienced such personal degradation and lack of compassion. I was well aware of my ill-fitting clothes and fraying cuffs, but my fellow passengers made sure that I knew my position aboard that carriage. Even the farm laborers visiting kin in far off states cast their eyes downwards on meeting my eye.
My fare allowed me standard travel and an overnight bunk as we headed north to Canada. Not that I should sleep as we crossed the border to my homeland. I spent hour after hour watching the passing countryside turn from burnt yellow to bright green, passengers came and went, conversations drifted to silence.
My gut lurched and twisted at what I should find at the end of the line. I
