Chapter 3 – Walking the Dogs in the City – Part B
Well, The Journey began In Kelowna just on the day of the 2001 World Trade Center crisis.
We knew we had to move when an elderly Custodian in uniform verbally accosted us. He yelled angrily from across the street, “Are you an Arab”? (I’m Latvian but my wife is Chinese.) We’d run into sidelong glances/whispers before but blatant statements. . . ah well, go figure, us, Latvian/Chinese Arabs.
We knew we had to move when an elderly Custodian in uniform verbally accosted us. He yelled angrily from across the street, “Are you an Arab”? (I’m Latvian but my wife is Chinese.) We’d run into sidelong glances/whispers before but blatant statements. . . ah well, go figure, us, Latvian/Chinese Arabs.
