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Time 0:02:24 Transcript (Translated from French) I was born in the Democratic Republic of Congo. I remember when my mother was sent to Kenya because of an illness when I was 6, I felt very bad. Life was becoming hard for me, I led a miserable life, with little material or money or the hardship of …
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Time 0:05:19 Transcript (Translated from French) After working very hard for days and nights on my research project, I stood up in class and started doing my presentation. My English wasn’t fluent like everyone else, and my class mate started laughing at me. I felt so disrespected, despised and …
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Time 0:02:19 Transcript It wasn’t my decision to leave my country, it was because of illness. Sometimes my leg hurt a lot when I was a child in Burundi. I could not walk well but sometimes it was an illness in my left leg. I was operated in a hospital in June. My life was hard, walking with someone …
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Time 0:01:55 Transcript Growing up I never felt like I could identify with the people around me. When I was in grade two, my teacher singled me out as an Ethiopian girl by making me sit separately in the class. I was born and raised in Somalia- I never really felt different until he made me feel …
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Time 0:04:26 Transcript Life before we had to leave Iraq, before the war, was pretty good. My dad had a really good job, and he made good money. He worked for the United Nations as a forklift driver, he would stack food into trucks to be delivered to refugees. We had to leave our wealth, our house …
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Time 0:03:12 Transcript I never thought I would say “No” to come to Canada until the day I actually had to leave my country. As a kid I always wanted to come to a western country, where kids had their own bedrooms and where they threw muffins and cupcakes at each other because they had more food …
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Gaetano e Antonietta …
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Ingvald Mellemstrand …
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Hi Molly, It’s me. The man who loves you. I was so lucky to have you as a wife and to be with you for 25 years as your husband. I told you that I loved you often but I could have told you more often. I touched you often, but I could have touched you more. I remember that first kiss in Corner …
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Stavroula Partheniou …