In case anyone is looking for a furnished place to rent in the city:
https://newjersey.craigslist.org/apa/6204705341.html
Our typical apartment units consist of a single corridor that leads off
from a central lift-shaft. This corridor leads to the other rooms of the
home. The Window Room is the largest of these. It is a large triangular
sitting room with (as its name would suggest) a window looking out to
the city. Its most prominent feature, apart from the window, is a small
pool in which the resident can submerge himself to relax.
The bedroom is the second room, it consists of a simple upright sleeping chamber that is filled with a mossy substance.
Next to the bedroom is the private bath. This is a much larger pool into
which one may submerge entirely. Oils and powders may be poured into
the water of this bath and the water itself is far hotter than that of
the window room pool.
Finally there is the refuge. This is a simple, oxygen atmosphered, room
with a table, a chair, and a bed of sorts. There is a small toilet
section that produces lukewarm water for washing, drinking and cooking
purposes.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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