A man describes the anxiety he felt looking at the city of Vancouver from the
Ν.H.: Eh… my initial… thought, when we left the
airport, because it was dark already, and leaving the airport and I see that…
that south slope over there, those lights, that city, the city spreading from
one side to the other and then going up to… to the height over here, to see
the rest […] over there… and I say “Holy Mary”, I say. “When am I going to
learn the city, to move around over here, to go, search for work, to do?”.