Maya empties her wineglass and contemplates throwing it at him. When she moved here she thought she’d find a thousand different types of men, but they’re all the same here as well, only they’re the same in a different way to where she comes from. They like soccer instead of hockey, they vote for different political parties, but they’re just as convinced that their own worldview is the only one that exists, they think they’re worldly when they actually live in the same narrow-minded little village as everyone else.
