I had a bad feeling when I was smoking my last doobie on Canadian soil just before embarking on my adventure behind the iron curtain. I didn’t know what to expect in that country, cradle of Communism, so I prepared myself well, packing everything that I could need to fulfil my mission. “Goodbye BC bud” I thought while the last puff of smoke was leaving my lungs in my friends Jason´s car as he was taking me to the airport.

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