I arrived in Montreal in 1948. I was already eighteen and couldn't go to school anymore, which I would have loved to. I wanted to take architecture at the time. At first I stayed in a dormitory in the Hebrew Immigration Aid Society on Jeanne Mance Street. Eventually, I went to live with Mr. and Mrs. Garoff and their son and daughter. I stayed with them until 1951 and then moved with them to Vancouver. Mr. Garoff had asthma and was told to move to Vancouver by his doctors. They were marvelous to me. They treated me like their own. I lived with them in Vancouver for a few years, until they finally sold their house. Mr. and Mrs. Garoff have passed away now, but I am still in touch with their children.