
The identity complex
In the heart of Chittagong we walked into a market packed with hawkers selling miscellaneous merchandise. The awnings were sprinkled with dirt and grime, and the air smelled of dead fish. My family …
In the heart of Chittagong we walked into a market packed with hawkers selling miscellaneous merchandise. The awnings were sprinkled with dirt and grime, and the air smelled of dead fish. My family …
What will you do in Vancouver? That’s the question I had to answer in the months preceding my departure from France. I initially chose to settle in Vancouver for the following reasons: the language…
Recently, I was asked by a stranger where I was from. After stating what I thought was an obvious answer of “born here, in Vancouver,” I was met with a response I didn’t expect.
“Really? Your…
Fish and chips on Granville Island | Photo by Paul Joseph
I arrived here dragging my feet, despite having had this …
You always hear about how diverse and multicultural Vancouver is and that Canadians are polite and friendly. All of this is true, but even more so, I have always perceived people in Vancouver, …
As we know, xenophobia starts with first impressions: a simple glance allows you to see the Other’s difference. If we all come from similar racial backgrounds this difference doesn’t …
There are few cities in the world that have the ability to transport me to different places at different periods of my life. Walking the streets of Vancouver is like stepping into a time machine …
Like a fish in water. That’s how I felt a few days after my arrival in …
One day my best friend made me realize that we…
In February 2015, at the age of 55, I moved to Vancouver. Yes, I was fleeing winter but I also had a desire to better understand my own country. I had always wondered why Canada did not feel united …