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January/February 2004 issue |
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Underground Toronto
A trip on Canada’s oldest subway is a trip around the world
By Allen Abel
The slow train to China — and to Poland, Korea, Barbados, Greece, Peru and the Azores — slides
with a screech from a fluorescent terminus, northbound on a weekday noon.
With me in the long, steel car are about 70 other passengers, most of them immigrants
like me, strangers to each other and to this country, each of us making up less than a
millionth of the great lakeside city beneath which we ride.
The car is rather crowded, yet nearly all of us today are riding alone. We are solitary
travellers on a two-dollar, round-the-world ticket, our skins and stories far more colourful
than the tired, tiled stations through which we pass.
I look at the faces around me, and I wonder — who has just landed the job of her
dreams, and who has been let go? Who is newest to this cold, flat city, farthest from his
home, farthest from her children, closest to a dream? Who is speeding toward a secret love
affair, and who is running away?
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