Canada doesn't welcome newcomers with open arms unless they're of European descent. If they're not White, they'll let them in but will never truly acc...pt them.I live in Canada because I must. I want to get my bachelor's degree in business from Carleton University and my MBA from the University of Ottawa. When I'm done, I'm thinking of moving to the United States of America. Why America? The way I see it, planet Earth is slowly becoming one country and America is gearing up to be its capital. I. The phone rang three or four times, then someone answered. ‘Hello?’ The voice was feminine, but it wasn’t Donna. ‘Ah, hello. Is Donna there?’ Tommy asked. ‘Who may I say is calling?’ the woman asked. Whoever she was, she wasn’t very friendly, the young man thought. ‘Ah…Tom…Tom Jackson,’ he replied. ‘I’m…I’m a friend of hers.’ The woman said, ‘Just a minute.’ Tommy heard the phone being laid down and voices in the background. ‘Tom?’ Donna’s voice came on. ‘Ah…hi,’ Tommy said. ‘I-I was, you. In a soft voice she started again, "Alan? Alan. It's your mother. Please come back to me son. Please, we would be so lost without you. Alan? Come back to me, fight for me, for our family." Angelika's eyes were starting to tear up as she felt so helpless. ‘Again,’ she thought, ‘I am of no use, so weak I can't even help my son!’ Alan's eyes suddenly cleared as the glow stopped. "No mother, not useless, far from it!" Standing Alan walked to Angelika and held her close as her tears coated his. ” I pulled a face at her.Col nodded. “We both have to be careful not to give our secrets away.”We walked the rest of the way in silence, pondering the strange reality we both lived in and their dangers.When we arrived at Col’s house, Mutti Frida sensed our mood and asked what was wrong. I took the letter out of my bag and handed it to her.Mutti Frida gave me a sympathetic look. “Willi, we knew this was coming. It’s not the end of the world.”I sighed. “I know, but...” My voice petered out in.