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Once he returned home from his afternoon outing he lay down for a while. For the last two months he was unemployed after he gave up his post at CP Rail, where his father worked too, a job that Anton didn’t feel up to, and although he didn’t mind working with his hands, it was unsuitable for a university graduate, so he quit hoping to land something better. It was more peaceful then, before the wrath of nature overcast the city of Kamloops; he had slept until dinner time when he got up. He fried a couple of eggs along with a Hungarian sausage which he had sliced in quarter size pieces. He sat and ate while he listened to the blazing wind outside. Most times Anton liked to cook his own food, just not to bother his mom, who resented his experiments in the kitchen which she believed was a woman’s domain and no one else’s. Yet Anton picked the habit from his Canadian friends since their high school days to today.