Today I stepped out from the foyer of my building to walk down to the LRT and scuttle my way back to Bangsar when I came across a sight that you definately would not find in Canada.
A guy a in a black t-shirt and jeans carrying a full-on machine gun walking down the street. I find it alarming when I come across the common sight of security guys with these things in the doorway of expenisive stores, but this was more than I was ready for. I felt like running back to the building to put some concrete between myself and this alarming sight, but managed to keep my cool.
A Canadian transplanted.
I am
- Florine
- After 3 early miscarriages I was expecting a daughter in November 2011. At 41 weeks gestation, with no explanation there was a placental abruption and she was too compromised to survive. Devastation is the only word to describe it. In March I found I was expecting again. This time it is a boy and he is due in November, almost exactly a year later. These are my attempts to reconcile some of all this.
1 comment:
yeah, that is freaky and weird to us canadians.... There was tonnes of that action in Egypt, and it spanned not just the security realm but the social realm as well. I can tell you there's nothing like celebrational gun-fire going off right over your head, from the truck (on a bumpy unpaved road) next to you!
L.
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