In May 2017, I was ill. Concussed and anemic, I couldn’t do much because of fatigue, dizziness and headaches. Life was a lot of effort, and I had to rest frequently. Some days, all I could do was lie on my couch and stare at the back alley, like a pathetic version of Rear Window. But as I started to have more energy, I went for walks. So, I walked around my Whyte Avenue neighbourhood.