On Canada: place, protest and perceptions
I’ve never known much about Canada. Until recently its one appearance in my life took the form of a bear-like coat given to me by my mother, the fake fur she’d bought during a snowy winter in Montreal.
That was all I knew about Canada: it was cold. Also big.
Until last September, that is, when I did a three-hour Skype with a Canadian woman in Vancouver. Emma (not her…