Sadok Fennira comes from Tunisia and is studying mechanical engineering at Zittau/Görlitz University of Applied Sciences. He is currently completing his internship semester in Canada. He regularly reports on his experiences abroad on our blog.Part 1: The first night in CanadaFor

my internship semester at the Schulich School of Engineering at the University of Calgary, I took my flight to Alberta, Canada, at the beginning of May. After an 11-hour journey, I arrived at a practically empty airport shortly after midnight. There I looked for a cab to take me to my accommodation. After brief communication difficulties (4410 is not the postal code, as I thought, but is made up of the house number and other digits), my 20-minute drive to the heart of Calgary began, and with it my Canadian adventure, and when I arrived at my destination, I was kindly allowed to use my cab driver's cell phone to inform the owner of the house of my arrival. He promised to be there in seven minutes, so I said goodbye to my driver, got a cab service card and from then on I was on my own again - in the middle of the night, in a foreign country, without company or even a domestic SIM card.the encounter with the owner of the house unfortunately confirmed the uneasy feeling I had when we first met, but which I had tried to ignore. Not only did his way of speaking and his behavior strike me as strange, but he had also kept from me the fact that the accommodation was a shared flat that was already occupied. When I looked into my future room, it was clear to me that I didn't want to live here. Not for 5 months. Not in this room, not with this landlord. The room was dark, dirty, the desk was tiny and we started discussing the length of my stay in the room until he gruffly said to me: "Either the full 5 months or you're leaving now!". "Good, then I'm going out"... So I stood outside, watching the landlord's car disappear into the dark and slowly realizing what I had done. Just like before he arrived at the accommodation, I was alone again with my heavy suitcase, in the middle of the night in Canada. But now without a home and without a plan, I remembered the service card the cab driver had given me. I dialed the number on it and asked the woman on the other end for advice on a cheap hotel nearby. She then sent me a driver who would advise me and take me to my destination. And she couldn't have sent me anyone better in my situation.Munawar is from Pakistan and was quite upset when I told him what had just happened to me. He took pity on me and had an idea for me: his friend and colleague Ameer had a spare room where I might be able to stay. A short phone call later, I had been accepted for temporary accommodation. I was relieved to meet Ameer, who had also just finished his night shift, and Munawar introduced us. And despite everything he had done for me, he only asked for $20 for the trip instead of $40. Immensely grateful and with the hope of a roof over my head, I said goodbye to him and got into the car with Ameer, who showed me the spare room when I arrived at his apartment and went to sleep. Relieved to have found a first home and nice people after all, I fell into bed completely exhausted. That was my first night in Canada.