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A long good-bye for a nicest people, Canada (2)
Even though I had already abandoned pursuing an advertising career path in NYC, to know NYC seemed necessary for me as ad. creator as well as photographer. I flew to New York City for the first time, on the way returning back to Vancouver. New York was rougher than Canada.
Upon my arriving at the hotel/residence in Manhattan at night, the front-desk man said I had no reservations there despite the fact that I did by email in advance with telling arrival time. He told a rate per month, which was US$500 higher than they showed in a email. I asserted that it was different than what they had said. He excused that his boss in a different location should have received my reservations and that his is Crazy. If I want a negotiation, he said, I have to go another hotel/residence 10 blocks northwest.
I didn't want to concede due to being a Japanese who was unfamiliar with NYC. So I took a taxi with heavy stuff carrying and explained my situation to the driver. He kindly helped me calling some appropriate hotels, but appeared that the hotel I made reservations was by far cheaper. Then getting to the front-desk for the boss, an ugly-looking Black guy was on the phone; he was Patrick I corresponded in emails. He looked very busy in contacting customers even late at night. I asked him for confirming an email for my reservations on the computer in front of him. He got furious; he insisted on the price the other guy said and pressed me a sheet of unreasonable document printing out on the spot. I besieged him with further explanation, which prompted him to fire. His face was as if a demon. "You take it, or leave it!" The moment he said, he closed the door in the back room.
I had the taxi wait for me. "I don't like his attitude apart from the price," said I. "I understand your feeling, but this is New York where requests money everywhere and the price they offer can't be compared with others," he advised. I didn't have supper yet and it is becoming later, so I had no choice than returning to the hotel/residence. When I tipped him, he complained saying I should pay such and such. It was the first time for me to be required the amount of tip. This first experience of New York induced me to believe that I need to show written evidences in any case in this 'money-is-everything world.' Later, the Patrick asked me for shaking a hand with me, though.
As I mentioned, Mr Saito never emailed me this time. The due date of the submission, 7th February, has already passed when I was in Tokyo, and in Tokyo where he resides I had no contact him. It turned to March, but New York have been having snow almost everyday.
When going out, I had to watch my step for frozen snow as well as melting snow. Black people overwhelmed the towns. Everything in towns were expensive; I regarded Tokyo as No,1 expensive place in the world but NYC. There had all kinds of restaurants like Vancouver, but almost all of them were rough and expensive. The streets and houses, many of them were old high-rise buildings, were not comfortable with overcrowded people. I wondered if New Yorkers were really enjoying their life.
Only place I got fond of was the lower east side where Jazz spots remains. However, I found those cultural places were in the grip of crisis, with some places being torn down, because of the rising rents; I felt Japan became the country where people can't sustain their quality life without money, but New York appeared more significant. Music, pictures, and that sort of culture activities are originally apart from economic activities, and even pure truth which has no application whatsoever has been elevating life; however, these days even art demands economy or profitability.
Walking about art galleries, I saw some were closed and no vibrant life and energy. I had no feeling that here is the centre of the art scenes of the world, which had seemed common sense before 9.11 at least. I thought I am eye-witnessing the ending of the materialism that America developed.
Turning eyes to publications, the famous "LIFE" magazine which reissued recently converted into a comforting brochure for American families distributed by inserting in newspapers. America is becoming something out of America, without roots without originalities; they looked like becoming inorganic matters like robots. NYC was cold in both people and climate. Thus, I made up my mind to leave for Vancouver before completing the one-month-rent, buying the cheapest ticket to and from Manila via Vancouver.

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I emailed to Tony to tell the date and time of my arrival, since he told me he would pick me up; it was early March. He had told me before I left Canada that he would trip to Beijing. "Because," he said, "it was the only major city he didn't visit in the world." Even though, until the time I emailed, he was supposed to return home, he emailed me that he was still in Beijing and that he would email again about picking up. Even though I checked emails until the very departure day, he never emailed me again.
When I reached Vancouver airport, it was around 1 am 16th March. As I couldn't find Tony, I took a taxi. His kind way of speaking made me feel relieved. "Have a good sleep at your home," he said. I was very tired and couldn't count the appropriate tip for him with mixed up as NYC. But, he actually didn't want any tip from me! Oh, I lived Vancouver and the area.
The room light of Tony was still on when it was 2 am. Even though he usually noticed the door sounds when opened and closed, he didn't make his figure and I got into my bed soon. However, I found something was strange in my room. First of all, a clock I didn't use was on my desk with a booklet of Richmond City, and each my stuff was put differently as if someone had checked one by one.

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-29 07:08 | 28.Leaving Canada
A long good-bye for a nicest people, Canada (1)
Having seen the bright town lights of Vancouver, I was feeling I got back home. Across Canada I sometimes couldn't feel at ease because there were no similar-looks persons; however, in Richmond I shouldn't be conspicuous in crowds. Other than that, it was sure that Richmond was the most active and rich economically among residential cities of Canada for Chinese and other Asian.
Rusted cars were not very rare in countryside of Canada, though in Richmond they seemed to have to drive new cars. Moreover, the half of the cars in Richmond maybe new MERCEDECS; to such extent, unbelievably many luxury cars are seen and almost all the owners are Chinese. However, their selfish ways of driving annoyed me after knowing Canadians' good manners to pedestrians (except in Québec).
I wonder the tendency to insist on materials is a peculiarity to Asian people; they want to identify themselves to brands and their greedy desire for goods seems endless like an ape. They are not happy even though they have everything they need. I can hardly find in Richmond happy and lovely smiles I saw every rural area in Canada especially Indian reserves. There has to be more to life than earning money. I knew it during my travel.
Until before the travel, I had ambition succeeding in my career of advertising director to contribute to sell goods, not only in Canada but in the USA. However, Canada told me it is in vain. Artificial happiness brought by materials, and natural happiness with wild; the latter exceeded by far. Probably many natural lovers including fishers should know this matter, but I have to say the people from developing countries cannot realise it being absorbed in modern technologies.
My business idea has been able to be outlined: I would try an 'Ecology Advertising' in economical way establishing a kind of bridge between Asia and Europe, as well as First Nations and Canada. My hope to immigration getting larger and larger.

When I arrived at my apartment in Richmond at night 16th November, 2004, Tony was watching TV with his son on the sofa in the living. He could expect my return because Mr Saito, my immigration consultant, frequently emailed and requested me to phone to Tony to tell where I was during my travel. Somewhat he didn't want my emails to him; he seemed to have been emailing with Tony.
While my absence, Mr Komada, the applicant for investor immigration, stayed in the living room, Tony said. Taking shower in my bathroom, Tony's bath-towel occupied the bar and several toys and his face-towel were lying around the bathtub. When I tried to pay him heating and lighting expenses which I used before departure, he said, "You don't have to. We are benefiting from you enough with having this apartment." Surprisingly enough, he converted from a Moslem to a enthusiastic Christian in order to sublimate his adherence to Mei.
The long journey with little plane tastes prompted me to Sakae Japanese Restaurant nearby, which used to be my favourite. I told the chief cook over the counter that the tastes of Sushi in Vancouver area was the No,1 in Canada explaining my exploration. I wondered why Sushi chefs in Canada didn't use rich freshwater fishes. He said that it was a common question for him but they can't use because the freshwater fish have bugs; a Steelhead in sea, for instance, is OK, but once getting into a river is NG. "We can't offer freshwater fish in raw for hygiene, but can offer after cooked with vinegar," he said.
6 days after my arrival, 22nd Novemver, 2004, Mr Saito emailed me with CC: Tony. He printed out to me. Now, I can suspect the timing that things have come to this pass. Mr Saito wrote as follows: "Please be advised, the Canada Immigration office (CIC, Seattle) requests you the updated IELTS score sheet, the employment certificate and the etc. by February 7th, 2005. It means, if you are able to submit the IELTS score meeting with score as 7.0 for each category or an additional TAF score sheet of FRENCH to cover up for the IELTS, the interview will be probably waived. I appreciate it if you would consider over the above points so as to take an action, and let me know of your idea."
Come to think of it now, the timing of his advise was too timely to believe that he got that information just before telling me. Actually, he didn't tell me the date he received the letter. Clearly, he emailed me after knowing I returned home. Then, why did he frequently confirm where I was in travel? I, of course, asked him to tell me immediately if anything was needed with regard to my immigration. However, he didn't mention such things at all through his emails. He only wanted me to phone to Tony.
Although I had been fully confident with my English to communicate with Canadian people including business matters, as proved in my achievements in travel, I was not confident enough to get IELTS 7 all score yet. Because I knew the ability to communicate is one thing and the ability to the test is another. Other than that, I had still difficulty to hear out in Canadians' ordinary conversations. I replied to Mr Saito that I shouldn't reach but would sit in for IELTS test once more at any rate with saying I won't insist on Canada knowing a lot of hidden aspects of Canada. This remark came from my confidence to contribute to Canada regardless whether I have IELTS 7 all score or not, and I thought even when I couldn't submit the score the interview should be carried out for Mr saito told if I submit the IELTS score the interview will be probably waived. I was convincing that I would be able to ace the interview.
I was supposed to have the test at Downtown in December. It was the morning the day before test day that I stood at an entrance of public library. However, even though it went over 9 am it didn't open the door. Instinctively I asked to a passer by, "Is it Saturday today?" "Sure." Oh, no! I missed the exam! It starts at 9 am, so I can't make it already!
The library opens at 9 am Mon-Fri and at 10 am Sat and Sun. Why did I mistake? I thought I adjusted the date when it changed from 30th November to 1st December; however, it indicated the day before Saturday! While travelling, I frequently had to adjust to the time zones on top of date and something was wrong this time! The IELTS test in December was the last chance to make it for the dead line set by the Immigration Office since Mr Saito notified it on 22nd November.
I reported this to him immediately; then he consoled for me that those things happen and never mind. Since he didn't mention anything else, I believed that the immigration interview should take place. Meanwhile, Christmas vacation came. I was surprised that even though Christianity is not the national religion of Canada all of the public facilities took a long vacation, though I replaced my Japanese drivers licence to Canadian one believing in my possibility of immigration.
A new year came. However, Mr Saito didn't send me a new year greeting email as he did previously. However, he called to Tony's cellphone, and I realised it was him. I emailed him to tell me when the interview would occur. He returned saying that the possibility of interview was almost dim because I don't answer their request.
I lost all of my words reading this, but asked him to send a petition for the interview by the due time. I opened my business idea of Ecology Advertising Business developed in and by traveling all over Canada and its people, and insisted that at least such a plan is to be spoken out. However, he rejected saying that it is your freedom if you do yourself; rather, he recommended me to withdraw my application this time in that I would be able to have another chance future since the IELTS all 7 is not very difficult given a certain preparation course as he repeated endlessly. If he repeat that it is easy, he should sit in for it just for try.
After this correspondence in early January, 2005, I have been had no contact with him. I was at a loss literally. Tony and his friend advised me how to remain Canada for immigration. A guy brought a camouflage-marriage for me to get a resident status paying money, but I instantly declined because I do not want to immigrate unfairly. Tony told that if I paid and enter some institutes automatically my status approaches to immigration thus finally I can immigrate; in Canada to have Canadian certificates is must to do anything and I have to know 'Canadian system,' he said.
I already knew it; that's the way of Canada. However, in such a way there shouldn't appear outstanding or innovative businesses or achievements since the graduates from the institutes must be tamed and averaged students for the eking-money-education industry. The government pushes it; however, I have already enough education and enough occupational experience in Japan. If the government of Canada didn't appreciate it, I wouldn't be needed by them. Tony also brought a business talk to invest to a restaurant which his friend was interested in buying, but I flatly turned down saying it's not my area.
I wondered if Canada want leaders with a certain backbone with skills or average solders with good English ability. Someone said no, they want rather instant money. In this country, or in this world, we have to take action and stick it out to the end by ourselves if really want. As long as depending on someone, you can't achieve what you want; in reverse, you have to take any accountability to what you do. This way, I began to think that such me as choosing Mr Saito to rely on was wrong.
I had become to know Canada so closely and deeply by my exploration that I no longer could insist on participating in Canada. If I can't expect immigration, why do I have to spend money for this country paying the expensive taxes? I had another choice as for immigration; more precisely, wherever was OK provided that I can use English as a means of communication, since I regarded English as lingua franca regardless of the background in this world.
Thus, I was changing my destination to the Philippines. I had a friendship with several good Filipino and Filipina in Tokyo, and they said that foreigners can easily get a permanent resident status and living cost there is very inexpensive. Actually, I considered the Philippines as my migration place; however, at that time I had still ambition in my business. Fortunately or unfortunately, Canada told me that living in natural is the happiest thing on earth. Now, I don't care whether I can success economically or not.
However, because I promised Tony having the apartment paying full-rent till June, 2005, I decoded to do away with my stuff there and to close my Canadian life within the contract. After telling Mr Saito this in the asking email for a petition to the Immigration Office, such a man as worry about everything in my travel even hasn't been contacting me at all.
In any case, I had a return ticket to Tokyo when the extended visitor status expired in January, 2005. I didn't want to return to Japan, though I utilised this opportunity as a business research trip via New York to sell my photos as I knew with my visitor status I can't be allowed to in Canada. Thus, before leaving Canada on 20th January, 2005, I declared to Tony and also Peter and Charlie that I'd be back in March, 2005.
The prices I had in and around Tokyo for the first time in a year were expensive; especially the foods were beyond imaginations of Canadians. I thought Japan became such a country as people cannot continue to live without earning big money. The photo market was that just as I expected; rather established works by established photographers in Japan than newer ones were wanted by publishers for their shrinking market. As for photographers themselves, both established and newer photographers seemed becoming more and more superficial. Even having a Buddhist memorial service held on an anniversary of my parents' deaths, one month stay was enough for me. I thought my decision on abandoning Japan was right.
During that time, I exchanged emails with the Philippine government's PRA person (PRA: Philippine Retirement Authority). As a Filipino said to me, the fee for a permanent residential status was far less than that for the investor to Canada, besides it is issued in several days after applying! And what is more, the fee is taken as a time deposit so you can withdraw upon finishing a certain term for your life in the Philippines; whereas, in Canada the extravagant investment is never to return.
While in skilled worker category Canada requires high English ability skills, it never ask any English ability skills and level of the person provided that you buy the status paying a lot of money. Who are you, Mr federal government? You are merely using other people's land, prohibiting me to work with visitor status! Are you gangster merchants with two faces or mercy disciples?

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-28 06:56 | 28.Leaving Canada
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (72)
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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-27 09:01 | 27.Back to BC
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (71)
Finally, I got entered BC again. Passing the Crowsnest Pass, I became to know that there are two CPR lines in that here and also in Banff, and that the northern route was the place killed tens of thousands of construction workers, mostly Chinese. However, people, whoever I asked, didn't know the existence of requiem tower or that sort.
At Fernie, a still existing coal mining town, I met a drunk old guy. Looking at my smoking in the frozen air outside of the hostel, he asked if smoking was cool in Japan. "It's not the problem that if they see me cool or not. I want to smoke, that's all." He seemed to get interested in me; he accosted me when dinner again.
He was an Irish descendant. I mentioned both good points and bad finding in my travel to him. He agreed with me in most points; our discussion in the lounge invited another middle aged guy. He persuaded how Canada have been right in its expansion to the West originated from Ontario; he seemed an English descendant. The old guy with his downward head shaking mumbled, "British are brutal, brutal." The other guy's face got red and his tone intensified. I was already drunk, and thought their seemingly endless argument was very interesting. With a loud laughing, I cut in the conversation, "Anyway, without British people the world wouldn't become this much simple! I appreciate it for them!" They were still repeating their opinions, though.
When I crossed Kootenay Lake by ferry, it was already dark at night. I managed to find a motel in Kaslo. The town used to be one of the Japanese-Canadian incarceration camps, and I learnt the motel was built by those Japanese-Canadians around World War Two. The owner family was from Australia, though. At a museum, I observed their photos which showed more like Japanese than those in Japan now.
In a cafe in town, I found an elegant local old couple who look like Japanese were chatting with Caucasians at table. I asked the waitress if she usually see Japanese in this town. She replied that not so many but in Banff there are quite a few Japanese. She herself was speaking French to other customers; yes, she was a French Canadian. She said that she was from Québec, and that such a moving about to and within BC was pretty common for French-Canadians.
It was turning the middle of November, and the possibility of fishing seemed almost dim; learnt that this huge Kootenay Lake was also contaminated enough not to be able to recover its ecosystem by agricultural chemicals. I had no choice than heading for another Japanese-Canadian incarceration camp of New Denver nearby.
Unexpected as it was, the famous Nikkei Internment Memorial Centre was closed for off-season. I asked for information to a Caucasian group on a street in the community, then he brought me to one of the shacks. It was the manager's house, though he was away. He, then, indicated another house where a lady would help me with. Visiting there, a half-Japanese girl appeared on the house which was hanging a peeled Elk to drain blood. Soon, a seemingly Japanese lady followed the girl. She didn't speak Japanese, so might be the second generation, but phoned to the manager.
She said he can speak Japanese a little; thus, I could enter the Memorial Centre. The man came by his bicycle opened the lock without saying anything. Having heard my thank, he only waved his hand. He said he resided in Vancouver until the War but after confined this camp they couldn't reconstruct their lives out of this place; thus the camp including shacks remained as it used to be until now.
His English can't be said good but his Japanese was worse. He insisted that they were victims of the war as 22,000 Nikkei were forced and got no compensations so far, and wanted donation for the facility. I asked him, "Why didn't you return to Japan when the war started?" "Japan got that war selfishly. It was no connection to us." "Then why did you come to Canada?" "Because it has more freedom, more opportunities!" I'm afraid, but I felt something low-blow with him. He got deeply hurt by BC government all right, but why doesn't he try a new life if saying freedom and opportunities of Canada. Either way, immigrants have to risk security when coming to another country; and he got worst one maybe. He was still living in the victim. He didn't want to help me with my hotel tonight, partly because he didn't have much relationships to the people outside of the community. He was no longer a Japanese of course, but nor a Canadian.
From New Denver to Revelstoke was under the storm with shabby snow. There was almost no visibility out of front window so I chased the cars in high speed before me tooth and nail. Why I had that way was to see the Revelstoke Railway Museum to have information of the victims of the CPR construction. I had already asked that question at a similar museum of Cranbrook, but they couldn't reply.
The displays included the railroad construction process of most miserable work; however, I could hardly find the explanation of the victims. In 1880's over 15,000 Chinese came to Canada and were made to work long hours and paid a mere one dollar a day, almost all of them only to be killed. Among them were also included considerable Japanese. Having already learnt this, I asked why they didn't disclose the fact to the receptionists.
They were volunteering there as wives of CPR men, and said they are railroad maniac mistaking me too. Knowing my intention, however, one woman agreed with me saying that the CPR was not fair hiding the significant fact of the construction. I also asked if there are any requiem towers. They couldn't reply. Asking where should have killed most, a woman said should be around Hope to Kamloops rather than in the Rocky Mountains because of the blue clay which easily falls down. When I said good-by pointing out CPR's lack of humanity, she didn't even smile a wiry smile.
You never can tell what will happen in a travel of Canada. When I ate breakfast at Spences Bridge along Thompson River, the Filipina waitress asked me if I am Japanese and said there were Japanese fishermen in the river. I noticed not a few fishermen were standing along the banks. Hearing the name of Steelhead from her, I became fired again imagining the frustration when missed in Ontario. I have long given the fish up for finished.
Getting down the rocky bank to the edge of the water, it smelled very bad and found a lot of decomposed Salmons here and there. Soon, I became to realise those means they finished their life after spawning. On the distant opposite bank was the CPR line blue clay hills behind it. I thought many Asian compatriots might have killed here. I thanked to them for being able to enjoy fishing in such a tragic place.
The one first came was a young Steelhead. Reeling a spinner until near the bank, he were following behind and then when stopped he bit; I could see all of this just beneath me. Having hooked strongly, the hook pierced an eye; nevertheless, when released he managed to swim. After that, I found a large one was jumping around the border of the rapid flow over there. I aimed at it, then it easily bit in the quiet water.
I never want to miss this big one by all means. She moved strongly enough to pulling the line bending the rod, sometimes rapidly. The quick motion was less than the smaller one I missed in Grand River, but it was like a heavy rolling stone against a stream. Its violence reminds me of the excitement for a Northern Pike in Labrador, but more fun. It was absolutely a fair fight between she and I. I shook with glad. My full-body became hotter and hotter. She approached showing her huge body under the surface; my excitement got to the boil, when suddenly the hook came off. "What?"
I was standing on the spot vacantly with my full-body trembling yet. I might have been able to be satisfied with it, but I was a fisherman. Without being able to stop my shake, I began to cast again. No longer she jumped on the pool beside the flow; she might be back to the flow. There might be no large one in this pool any more. But I made up my mind I would continue before finally succeeding. The moment the large spinner dropping in the water of a distance, it was pulled to the offing like slipping.
Got it! I hooked up firmly, but it couldn't feel heavy. What's that? Then, in a distance a huge Steelhead began to jump up making sounds. I thought it another one; however, as unexpected it was the one I hooked. This time, somewhat she didn't escape to the offing but approached in accordance with my reeling the line. She showed final resistance to me, but I was no longer Rainbow beginner. I carefully observed if she got weakened enough. When I pulled her up out of water with my fingers inserted her grill, she was completely exhausted.
After climbing up the steep slope of rocks, I walked on the highway over 200 m for my car with the Steelhead in my right hand and the rod and fishing stuff in my left hand. Several cars passed by. I couldn't look at them for I was like a mad. When reached, my right hand was like a wood. I laid the Steelhead on the gravel there. Well over 80 cm, I thought. Reacting to the flush of camera, she jumped a final jump.
Driving on the Highway 1 along Thompson River and Fraser River towards Vancouver, I became aware that the Stealhead came upstream from Richmond to Spences Bridge over 300 km! The stream is not only fast in the upper part but also dirty in mouthes; incredible! amazing! unbelievable! I must respect them.
Regret to say, however, cooking it appeared that the taste was pretty bad not because of the maturity but because of the pollution it suffered when passing Greater Vancouver area. The contaminated taste of meat reminds me that the officer of Ministry of Natural Resources said the pollution levels are same everywhere in Canada.

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-26 07:55 | 27.Back to BC
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (70)
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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-25 07:57 | 26.Southern AB
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (69)
I then followed the way Gerald, the guy I met at the first stage, told me. Even though I came near his town, I hesitated to and didn't phone him because I remembered that he wanted me to call him one week prior to the arrival and I thought making appointment well in advance is common sense for them. What he told me was that the old coal mining towns in the southwestern end of Alberta. Those were as if forgot places. The mobile mining people's remains were not to be seen, instead newly people were re-constructing old buildings for tourism business.
Soon, a lined-up windmills appeared on a ridge line of Rocky Mountain foothill; here was another site generating wind energy than Prince Edward Island. Further going down south, I reached Waterton Lakes National Park in which the accommodations and restaurants intended on the riches. On the returning night high way to Pincher Creek, however, enormous number of Deer or something welcomed me on and off the road ahead my head lamp. I couldn't tell Deer from Elk yet. The town lights in complete and absolute darkness of the wild can't be compered with anything; having seen that of Pincher Creek after a long day, I wanted to embrace it.
I visited the Museum of the North-West Mounted Police at Fort Macleod near Pincher Creek. I learnt there the purpose for establishing the NWMP (the predecessor of RCMP) was to bring order preventing smuggled whiskies from the US to the Indians who was so addicted; their alcohol addiction was such extent as forgetting work for themselves that not only among them but also European settlers suffered disordered circumstances. However, after succeeding in guarding Indians and European settlers from smuggling, RCMP didn't care about First Nations at all where the mess remains under the still continuing alcohol addictions and less education system.
At Blood Indian Reserve near Fort Macleod, an old guy witnessed that the opposite bank of Waterton River used to be also their reserve but RCMP deprived them of it by force. "Why? You don't have the documents of the Treaty as the evidence of your territory, do you?" "No, we don't. Ours is oral culture so we don't leave promises in records. But we are filing a suit against federal government at the International Court of Justice. For us, Canada is still foreign country." Covering up a scandal shouldn't go with this information age.

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-24 07:32 | 26.Southern AB
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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-23 08:03 | 26.Southern AB
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (67)
It was the beginning of November, and roads began to freeze here and there. Before entering Calgary, it snowed a lot over a night. Asking if I need chains, a young front-desk lady of my motel replied, "No." It hasn't accumulated so much and chains doesn't work for frozen surfaces; only I needed was to drive slowly. Even young guys seemed to know how to drive in snow well.
From Maple Creek, the southwest of Saskatchewan, I became to see Cowboys with hats on frequently in towns. Southwestern Alberta were claiming the "Cowboy Trail." In Calgary, I saw a lot of souvenir shops display cowboy hats and what not. However, I wondered if it was the original culture of Canada: even when it was not Canadian original like the cowboys were just the same as the Wild West of the USA, people here somehow insisted that it is a Canadian culture.
When I was taking pictures in Calgary, a dirty young vagabond told me it was a Salvation Army place and asked me to take a picture of him also. He asserted, "We are different from the United States! Why the USA call it America? America is not the United States." Even such a poor man insists on the originality of Canada; I admit that they try to be unique but not, for having no roots on this continent. As I focused on at night a nearby historical old hotel, which was rather conspicuous among new buildings of Calgary, a drugged boy and girl found me from a distance and rushed at me saying, "You cannot take pictures! Give me money! Give me money!" You want money all right, but I want justice. Do you sell justice for money?

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-22 16:28 | 26.Southern AB
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (66)
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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-18 07:43 | 25.Southern SK
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (65)
Southern Saskatchewan area was showing the rough prairie with few trees areas. Later I realised this continues before Rocky Mountains in Alberta, though I didn't realise that this geographical feature is the proof of having oil and gas and so on under the ground. When I was taking pictures around Cypress Hills, a RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) car stopped and a youth cop investigated me. I kept still and motionless for a moment. I wondered why in such a wild without anyone at that time, but now I suspect the place should be one of promising places for oil; to such extent, the resourceful field were not developed yet.
However, as farmlands I saw an awful scene in the Great Sand Hills; a lake which is on the map was completely dried up with white-coloured. These things should happen in the dry climate and the white should be thin frozen water, I thought at first; however, taking a good look at, I noticed that was not ice at all! That mustn't be salt; I was amazed at the result of pesticide on the vast area. Asking this to a person of gas station on Highway 1 nearby, he even didn't realise it.
Lions are Mother Nature's way of limiting number of grass-eating animals. However, European settlers' influence on Buffalo on prairie was far beyond it. By 1879 the wild Buffalo were vanished. Not until we lose our Nature do we realise its value; however, I wonder the activities of Canadian government to recover Nature aim at humans' own sake for them to be comfortable, as the name of department of Ontario shows 'Ministry of Natural Resources.' Wild animals are not their pet. As long as they believe they can control Nature, I think, they shouldn't be able to recover Nature. There is nothing new under the Sun between Nature and human beings; we must do something, on however humble a scale for the sake of earth itself.

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-17 08:01 | 25.Southern SK
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