In My Red High Heels

Filiz Dogan


Starting from scratch in a foreign land, this woman feels naked, stripped of her job title and social status. Learning English, upgrading professional skills, establishing new social networks, even getting a new driver’s license – everything is time-consuming. With the years racing past, she tries to keep her mood upbeat. Perhaps overcompensating for her age, since she arrived in Canada, she has discarded her usual wardrobe, replacing it with the clothes and accessories of a younger and bolder style. Gone are the sensible brown pumps! For the first time in her life, she has stepped out in sexy red high heels.

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