Mr.

I emigrated to Canada in October 1968, and worked in Northern Manitoba for two years as a Research Metallurgist in a copper/zinc mining and smelting company 500 miles north of Winnipeg. As a single man I was able to live in the company Staff House, along with 12 other bachelors. Some had lived there for 20 years plus, others were more transient and stayed for 6 months. My room was number 6. After 16 months at Christmas 1969 I returned to England for the first time, and before returning to my parents in Northern England I visited some friends in London. 6 hours after I landed I climbed up the stairs from Oxford Circus Tube station, looking for a particular shop. It was very crowded and I was a bit lost, so I went randomly over to a guy waiting for someone by a shop window, and asked him where this particular shop was. There was something in his accent that struck me, so where was he from? He was English, but had just returned after working for 10 years in Canada. Oh where?..etc... Until that September he had been working for 8 years, for the same company, in the same town, and had been living in the Staff House, in the room next to mine, room 7.