Wednesday, November 12, 2003
I almost cried tonight. Jo (housemate) and I took two of the Bosnian refugee kids to a Canadiens game (rough, rough job I have) and as we were walking to the Metro we were looking at some of the row houses. Amar, who is 12, said, "I would really like a house like that. You know, one with... steps. Where there is a living room and a kitchen downstairs and some bedrooms upstairs. But I know it is too expensive." I feel pretty lucky every day.
