The man who helped me to immigrate in one year to Canada,
I met him two years later, when I visited my family.
He was happy to see me, was fine himself, got married, changed job, had a baby.
We talked a bit, he called me insane again, like a compliment.
I had few stories.
Then I met his parents, his mom hugged me a bit crying,
We had dinner, I read new poems..
