By Brooke Wilkinson
Why did you want to leave your home country?
For a better life in a freer country.
Why did you decide to move to Toronto?
Because a family member lived here.
What family members or friends did you leave behind?
The recession and financial crisis have put tremendous pressure on the Canadian job market even for ‘real’ born-and-bred Canadians. Of course, for immigrants, that means ever more pressure to find employment and choosing a career when even during hunky-dory times they faced such scarcity of work — their high educational and professional backgrounds notwithstanding.
If there’s one thing here in Toronto, Ontario which makes toiling through its winters bearable, it’s the arrival of the summer, the season of summer and the return of summer.
Let me say it again if you’re missing the subtle point here: Summers here are what makes the winters bearable. Period.
It is indeed hard to believe, when one looks at the cityscape in summers, that just a few weeks ago, everything was covered deep in snow, ice and all that the winter leaves behind. It is really an experience for someone not used to all this during the better part of his previous life.
I know two persons in this entire country, literally. One is a friend and the other is a sibling on the other side of the continent. In addition, two more people on my cellphone’s contact-list are really acquaintances with whom I have verbal speech once every 12 weeks or a dozen fortnights, whichever is less. When I left the mother-ship to beam up to Planet Canada, I had bid farewell to all my half-a-dozen friends and relatives there as well, for good. A couple of them I speak to once every six months. But that’s another story.
Much is being made of the cold weather “alerts”, as they’re called here. These remind me of those almost-Orwellian efficiency ‘campaigns’ at government departments when suddenly saving a bunch of paper-clips becomes top priority just because a ‘green week’ is being celebrated — when it really should be standard practice.
This time the company went bankrupt! Hahaha… Out of the blue. No goodbyes, no farewells, just kaput! Haha…! I am too dumbfounded even to register the implications just yet. For, such is the hilarity of this excruciatingly ridiculous cycle.
The cruel dark comedy of errors in the life of A Canada Immigrant continues, dear readers. I am sure by the time this new development sinks in, I won’t even be smiling, let alone writing this blog. No longer any point in
There’s nothing cheaper in this world than opinion on the internet. So here’s mine!
The Great Canadian Political Crisis As I See It
The Red Team’s score is tied-up with the Blue Team’s: 1-1. Game is about to finish in half an hour.
Then it starts raining. Everyone just knows that the Blue Team will lose because they never perform well in the rain.