Jim's friend in hospital who arranges and pays for his deportation in 1936.

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Jim’s thoughts on his friend Frank:

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We sit in the kitchen talking late into the night. How the hell have I ended up in the company

of this man?

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We both came to Canada years ago, to seek our fortunes. He’s Professor of Bacteriology at Ontario Veterinary College, I’m a hobo, destitute drug addict, ex-convict.

 

And here we are, huddled around a wood

stove, both bereaved, in a hospital for

the insane.