And so my absence has become apparent after months of unwritten material. To quickly fast forward, the leave of absence or the six months sabbatical can be blamed on Paris. I have been back from the city of lights for a two months and a half now and I constantly feel the absence of the city somewhere luring behind me dressed as an immaculate frenchmen, holding a picnic basqcket with baguette, wine and an assortment of cheese; asking me “On y va a la Siene?”. Paris went as a blur. The first two months were spent complaining about the lack of … Continue reading Paris

Based on race?

There is nothing more discouraging than to see “….we do not discriminate based on race…” on a job application. If you are part of a minority, or worse somebody who culturally and socially speaking belongs to that minority but physically does not show it, you are left to wonder how much of the decission to hire you is influenced by that question. If you decide not to answer it automatically sparks more intruding questions: What are you hiding? Why did you not wanna say? And then if you answer you are faced withh the automatic stereotypes that come along the … Continue reading Based on race?

How dare you France?

There is a deffinate beauty in going to the movies. The feeling you get as you walk into the lobby and your lungs fill with the smell of freshly popped popcorn. The tone of excitement in the voices of crowds as they buy their tickets. Soda poured into an over iced cup and the comfort of that reclinable chair that can accommodate the vasts amounts of food you have decided to overpay for. The trailers that continue to demand your assistance to the movies ever week. Or at least that is what I thought until I went to my first movie … Continue reading How dare you France?

Paris: It’s Not Personal

I have mixed feelings a bout the city I’m living in. Yes, on the one hand I am in Paris and I should be actively enjoying all the beauty it has to offer. And I am definitely doing so.  But on the other hand Canada has spoiled me. Im used to the politeness, the willingness to help, the “sorry”, the “thank you”, the kindness! Parisians can be incredibly rude, it’s a every man by itself scenario, specially if like myself your french comes out with a spanish accent (Excuse moi for rolling my rrrr). In the metro or in school … Continue reading Paris: It’s Not Personal