|Sheila U on Wed, 31 Mar 1999 10:28:29 -0600|
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the US embassy in Toronto, in a highly central location, is so covered with eggs it is literally glistening, and now glazed, every window broken out with piles and piles of garbage and who knows what smouldering in front surveying the scene, a little old lady turns to me and says, "but Canada is in this war, too, why aren't they demonstrating against their own country?" In Ottawa, Our Nations' Capital, the bus I am on is re-directed. "they're demonstrating about something on Parliament Hill" Hmmm. "they". "something". get out and join in waving a placard with grief and futility In Montreal, Oh Quebec!, our region of quiet revolution, and hoped for seperation - the solidarity for a culture oppressed runs high where often the most rabid anti-milosevic, horrified at war, protesting NATO, are worrying does that mean they are pro-milosevic?? Now here is small little obscure Saskatchewan, in the middle of the great plains, prayers drift through the night - arabic, croat, english, serb - while Albanians and Serbs link hands together during candlelight vigils in the snow pall of shock and grief but not as much as for some being there when Dima put her hand through a wall in rage not being able to find out where her (albanian) father, brother, sister, nieces, cousins are gone to ever try to book a flight to a war zone?