Well, how's this for an immigration story?
One foggy July morning on the south shore of Nova Scotia, a Sikh gentleman walked out of the sea carrying nothing but a briefcase and asked the first startled fisherman he met how to hail a taxi to Toronto.
Dropped into the surf by a Costa Rican freighter out of Rotterdam, neither he nor any of his 174 refugee compatriots managed such a direct onward connection in their journey that day in 1987.
But like millions before them, they made it eventually. As they had dreamed when they first set out, almost all the refugees who returned to Nova Scotia this summer for a reunion had become hard-working, taxpaying Torontonians.
That excerpt is from an article in the Globe and Mail, And you thought our two solitudes were all about language.
Posted on August 21, 2004 03:29 PM. Filed under: Canada.