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The sky of a fall Friday was getting darker each second. I could feel the Canadian winter through a fine breeze that boosted my sensations to the top. Meanwhile, the sweetest dew moistened my face. I couldn't believe that I was contemplating the place of my dreams. The lampposts crossing through the cobbled streets of the Gastown neighborhood let me appreciate every grimace of the people walking around the zone. The contrast between the artificial lights of the pubs and the darkness of a moonless night was kind of gloomy but that was exactly what shaped the matchless magic of walking along those sidewalks. At the time I was an eighteen year-old girl, who already felt like a woman, exceendingly longing for the chance to get into one of those live music pubs. Nevertheless, the situation of every bodyguard rejecting my tries wore me down so I decided to go back to the hotel pleased for having shared a special creeme brulée night with my mother who was coming along with me. We were quietly walking through the city when my ears and my chest perceived a particular musical harmony in the distance, it was the rythym of an 80’s rock song. I ran meters and meters whitout realising that I was leaving my mother on the gloom of a night that had been called to be special. The astonishment of that familiar sound took over my face and I couldn´t avoid opening my mouth in a silly way. The whole audience in there looked immersed in that set of musical notes that could catch any music lover in a bit of a sudden. Anyway, nobody there seemed to be aware of what was happening around them. But something changed that situation. A woman inside the pub turned around and I felt some sort of energy that tried to push myself into that place. She was sat right next to the giant glass that separated the street from the pub with a group of friends, although she didn´t look like them. Her semblance was different. She greeted me effusively with a dazzling smile, a one that I had never seen before. When our eyes met each other the voice of the girl singing the 4 Non Blondes's hit made us fly away to some other dimension. The time of any clock in the district must have stopped during the connection between that woman and I. When my mind went back to reality I noticed that everything had happened in a blink of an eye, that trance starred by a sparkling smile may have only touched my soul. In that moment, my mother called at my back: -Let´s go I agreed. That song, that look and that smile made me see the light. They were the only things I needed to feel at home.