For some refugees, the sound of fireworks is a nightmare.
Every Saturdays nights in December in Montreal all eyes and ears turn to the Old Port, where Telus is sponsoring an event called "Fire on Ice"; a pyromusical show that takes you to another dimension. Hundreds of Montrealers and tourists alike are attracted to see the magic of fireworks with music under the cold breeze of winter. For many, fireworks are beautiful, breathtaking and impressive. When growing up around them, you come to view them as magical with a fairytale element to them. Hollywood and Disney movies influence many children while growing up to accept them as legitimate entertainment. On the other hand, when you grow up around bombs, grenades and explosions, fireworks represent nothing magical or nothing to be desired. For many refugees, the noise from fireworks explosions lead to memories of pissing in your pants due to fear, looking for an escape, or sometimes even making their heart beat faster or as one told me; ' having an imminent apocalyptic fear.'
Canada through the eyes of an immigrant
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Monday, December 13, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Montreal snowstorms and refugees
Montreal was a mess late Monday afternoon as the city was hit by the first major snowstorm this season. While driving on Highway 40 East, I heard the announcer on the Radio proudly saying that the traffic jam started from the Sources in the west all the way to Anjou! Other highways were experiencing the same troubles.
A Congolese family from a Mozambican refugee Camp were spending their first evening in Montreal. According to them, this was their first evening of ‘peace and quiet’ after living in war torn areas and refugee camps for more than 10 years. The 3 youngest children were born in refugee camps. When I asked them what they thought of snow, the young children responded almost in unison: "snow is like white corn flour only cold and with a taste of water.” As I was driving them from the Pierre Elliot Trudeau Montreal Airport, the announcer on the radio was talking about the current accusations of corruption in the provincial government, the debate on high tuition fees in universities, construction companies having close ties to the Government owing money from taxes etc. As I was listening to all this information, the refugee family members were simply happy to be safe in a country where they will not be fearing for their lives as they did back in the camps. Snowing or not, they will safer than they were last week.
You like winter and snow?
HOMEPAGE
Email me: poster10x(AT)yahoo. ca
A Congolese family from a Mozambican refugee Camp were spending their first evening in Montreal. According to them, this was their first evening of ‘peace and quiet’ after living in war torn areas and refugee camps for more than 10 years. The 3 youngest children were born in refugee camps. When I asked them what they thought of snow, the young children responded almost in unison: "snow is like white corn flour only cold and with a taste of water.” As I was driving them from the Pierre Elliot Trudeau Montreal Airport, the announcer on the radio was talking about the current accusations of corruption in the provincial government, the debate on high tuition fees in universities, construction companies having close ties to the Government owing money from taxes etc. As I was listening to all this information, the refugee family members were simply happy to be safe in a country where they will not be fearing for their lives as they did back in the camps. Snowing or not, they will safer than they were last week.
You like winter and snow?
HOMEPAGE
Email me: poster10x(AT)yahoo. ca
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