When you get into photography, you learn to see the world differently. The great part is that walking purposelessly around the city never gets boring. Sure, buildings mostly stay the same (unless you happen to live in Asia where huge skyscrapers pop out overnight) but people and street scenes are endlessly entertaining.
We called Bell. Technical support said there were issues in our area and that it would be solved without two to twenty-four hours. “Twenty-four hours like… like a day?” we shrieked. “What are we going to do? Talk to each other? Play board games? Clean the house? Make babies?”
This second interview of the series is the chance to meet a very new immigrant couple: Nelson and his wife, from Venezuela, landed in Toronto just a few weeks ago. Coming to Canada had been a lifelong dream for Nelson, who wanted to complete his studies here.
I’m a bit disconnected from French news. But recently, a few headlines caught my eyes again, mostly because they quickly spread internationally. First, there was the tragic story of the Dupont de Ligonnès family—the father is still on the run by the way.
We will start today with Nui, from Thailand, who recently arrived in Ottawa. After years on the move around the world, Nui and her Canadian-German husband decided to settle in Canada. They lived in Kingston for a while and are now in Ottawa, where Nui is launching her small business.
So, you got scammed and now it’s too late. You feel angry and embarrassed and you wish you had trusted that gut feeling.
What can you do now?
Two words: report it.
The steps you need to take mostly depend on the type of fraud and on the nature of the scam.
A little while ago, Guillermo, my good blog friend and fellow immigrant in Ottawa, asked me if he could interview me. “No worries!” I replied—hey, who doesn’t like being interviewed?
“The interview would be in Spanish” he quickly added. See, Guillermo and is family are from Argentina and even though I know for sure he speaks English fluently, the interview was for his Spanish blog.
“Well, sure” I replied, mentally reviewing who could edit my Spanish replies.
“Oh, and it’s a recorded interview” he finally added.
I can almost always tell when a blog is about to die, and it has nothing to do with how popular it is. Once in a while, the author comes back to apologize: “I know I haven’t written in a while… I promise I’ll blog more”. This is usually the beginning of the end. Because you can’t force yourself to write to please the audience. Otherwise, you sound like an awkward date who tries to avoid uncomfortable lulls in the conversation.