Flight Into The Unknown: Dreaming of Life and Love in Canada

A fancy hotel in Bremen/Germany had lost my reservation. They put me up in a maid's room above their pub, a few hundred feet away. Afraid to go down for dinner in the noisy pub full of men, I locked myself in and ate my last Granny Smith apple. Without television, radio or books, all I had was a magazine. I read it from cover to cover. I came across an ad placed by a former German man living in Canada. He looked for a new mommy for his four-year-old daughter. Canada? I was intrigued. I wrot...