Scar Tissue

No mat­ter how hard I tried, I was never able to see out of my left eye. Noth­ing but a use­less blurry pic­ture, with a few black spots on the way. The world looks dis­torted in a pretty fun way but it took me years to appre­ci­ate my dif­fer­ence. Kids all want to look the same.

Ignorance Is Bliss

How did I get into this con­ver­sa­tion, already ? Oh yeah, I’m on the #151 going down­town, and I took the last free sit, by a mid­dle aged woman who was obvi­ously bored and started up the con­ver­sa­tion as soon as she saw me pulling a French book out of my bag. The con­ver­sa­tion wasn’t about lit­er­a­ture though.

What We Sell To Coca-Cola Is Available Humain Brain Time

See, back in France, it was quite sim­ple. I had a small black & white TV with a bro­ken antenna I had to trap between a pile of books and the edge of the couch in order to get a clear recep­tion. I only watched TV when : 1) I was copy­ing Chi­nese lessons 2) I was draw­ing 3) I was pluck­ing my eyebrows.Well, yeah. What was I sup­posed to do ? Watch it ??

The Prescott Shuffle Story

— Pass­ports. Why are you com­ing to the USA today, mam’ ?

The heavy­weight offi­cer looks up to me sus­pi­ciously. Can’t blame him. It’s 7 am on a cold Novem­ber morn­ing and we look like a mis­matched pair of sleepy runaway

I'm A Legal Alien

I’m sit­ting at the kitchen table and papers are scat­tered every­where. Three black pens on the side, two cups of tea and a pack of cig­a­rettes in front of me. A pile of draft paper on hand and lots of patience. Lots of it.

Exactly two years ago, I was com­plet­ing my immi­gra­tion papers to stay in Canada. I was 22 years old .

Exactly two years ago, I was com­plet­ing my immi­gra­tion papers to stay in Canada. I was 22 years old .

Comment Minimiser Les Délais Pour Immigrer

Un arti­cle intéres­sant aujourd’hui sur un sujet qui préoc­cupe tous les deman­deurs d’immigration au Canada : les délais (voir plus bas…)

Alors, quoi faire pour éviter ces délais monstrueux ?

Résistance à la connerie humaine

Géni­aaaal… Une bande de 1300 red­necks qui n’ont sûre­ment jamais vu un immi­grant Arabe (quand on en est réduit à ce degré de sim­plic­ité, l’immigrant est for­cé­ment Musul­man, Islamiste, ter­ror­iste et tous les — ismes qu’on voudra bien lui accoler) de leur vie, décrè­tent par arrêté munic­i­pal qu’il est inter­dit de lapi­der les femmes sur la place du vil­lage. Et dans l’jardin, ça te vas-tu ? C’est vrai qu’il deve­nait urgent de légiférer sur les Tal­ibans qui peu­plent les régions québécoises…

Le Permis Travail Vacances - Mode d'emploi

Voilà un petit mode d’emploi du fameux PVT, le Per­mis Tra­vail Vacances vous per­me­t­tant de décou­vrir le Canada, avant peut-être la “vraie immigration”…