Having lived in multinational Canada for more than 20 years, today made a rather unexpected discovery for himself.
During the break, a workmate sits next to me; also an immigrant who was born and raised in Iran.
He gets his lunch, and in the glass bowl he finds some painfully familiar mass of green-white color.
Unable to endure, I asked:
Did you cook it yourself?
Yes, he is answering.
What is there with you? Eggs, mayonnaise and potatoes.
Yes, eggs, mayonnaise, potatoes and chicken. When I was a kid, my mother cooked it all the time, and I helped her to cut.
How is it called in Iran?
Olivia was the answer.