During the summer of 2006, Leonora Laput hopped onto a Quebec City transit bus to explore her new home.
The old buildings, lush trees and distant mountains along the route — scenery uncharacteristic of her native Philippines— excited her, until she clued in that she was lost.
“I didn’t realize that I was already at Val-Bélair,” said Laput, who had ridden all the way to a suburb north of the Jean Lesage International Airport. “The bus reached the end of the route where everybody goes off, and so that’s when I got off, too.”
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The only French verb Laput knew at the time was perdre, meaning to lose. So,
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