یادمه کتاب "قصه های خوب برای بچه های خوب" من ۲ جلدش را داشتم (۴ و ۶). یک داستان خیلی بلند توی یکیش بود (تقریبا ۲۰ صفحه در مقایسه با ۳-۴ صفحه برای داستانهای دیگه) در مورد یک پسر به نام رامان که خیلی دوست داشت در مورد دختر شاه پریون یاد بگیره و خودش را زده بود به کار و لال بودن تا یکی از دانشمندهای محل (که رامان فکر میکرد در مورد دختر شاه پریون اطلاعات داره) او را به غلامی قبول کنه. فکر می کنم چند بار طول کشید تا آن را تموم کردم. از بس بلند بود هر دفعه نیمه کاره ولش می کردم.
"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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