My Transam, 1981.

When my dad first moved to saskatoon, as far as he knew, he was the only romanian there. After about six months, a few more arrived and they created a tight knit community. My dad still keeps in touch with some of those le to day. The first romanian to join him in saskitoon was named gregory. It was gregory who took my dad's photo before his interview at the embassy. And then guess who? I found abram trife. Same person i spent time with four years before. When someone called his name, tel lights up. Soo, australia. There's no kinting.