Autumn is definitely arrived in
Vancouver. I don’t know which flight it came from, and why the immigration
officers haven’t been picky this time, but for sure it’s in town.
3 rainy days in a row, colder
temperature and some chilly wind: summertime is already a memory.
Challenging the rainfall yesterday I
went to Science World. It’s a sort of science museum hosted in a kind of
futuristic globe. Admittance tickets are usually not cheap (25 dollars if I
well remember) but for some reason this week-end there was free admittance, so
I fought and win against the rain and my natural laziness.
I had always been curious to see
what there could be in, and anytime I saw it when I was used to take the
Skytrain I thought that sooner or later I would have satisfied my curiosity.
Yesterday I made it with a friend,
but the final result was quite disappointing.
Not because of the too many visitors
obviously attracted from the free tickets, who brought swarms of shouting kids running everywhere,
but because I honestly was expecting
something more interesting.
The museum is mainly about
description of some things (for example how the brain recognizes humans faces),
infographics, some documentary, and the very Vancouverite obsession for
recycling, with a profusion of data on how much food and water is wasted, just
to make people feel guilty even during a week-end with their families.
I’m glad to have saved my money 'cos
I really hadn’t missed much.
I’m less glad for other things
lately. A number of people I know have left or are about to leave Vancouver,
including a former colleague of mine from Brazil who’s now in Toronto, a
Mexican friend who’ll leave in a month, and even a guy from Pakistan I had met
casually after over one year at Science World who is in the process to move to
Toronto.
Those apparently minor events, combined
of course with my nervous waiting for an outcome on my application for the work
permit, have revived a feeling that was sleeping since Dublin’s time: the sense
of precariousness. It is the awareness of being not stabilized at all in your
goals and objectives, of feeling yourself pass, with nothing permanent to give
you security and the impression you’re on the right path.
People coming and going reminds me I
may be forced to go, sooner than I want.
This precariousness surrounds me, just like the walls of the globe I was in.
If it was summertime I’d spoil
myself thinking on having a walk to the beach or Stanley Park, but
unfortunately if I look up now I just see clouds and rain.
I hope some good wind of news will
blow them away soon.
