Ewa Jasiobedzka arrives from Poland with elegant knee-high leather boots in her luggage. They are no match for Toronto’s slushy streets and soon replaces them with sensible weatherproof boots. Years later, through a grocery store window, she sees a man in a turban and open leather sandals at a display of mangoes. Sadly, he touches one piece of fruit after another. Tears of empathy and kinship well in her eyes. She understands the longing he feels.