“In Canada all would be beautiful”

A man reports how he imagined Canada, when he was a child.

Χ.Δ.: When I was little, when I was little…
RES.: Yes.
C.D.: And we lived in the village myself and other kids, let’s say, in a village, a closed society, around the mountains, we weren’t seeing further. And our dream the big city how it’d look. The fairytales mum was telling, grandma, you know.
RES.: Yes, yes.
C.D.: In your mind as a child you create your own world, dreamy. And as the sun was setting, let’s say, the sunset and it was making the grasslands appear red, I was sitting and… and I was gazing. I mean, I was overtaken by this… this natural phenomenon, let’s say, this, this crimson colour. And I was asking my father “What’s there?”. And he was telling me “It’s where you’ll go, when you grow up, to your uncles in Canada”. Eh, and this beautiful colour right there in my mind I had reached, I had created, everything appeared red and everything crimson right there.