
Bravo welcomes his new life in Canada.
Esteban Bravo Calle sits behind the wheel of a white SUV, in the parking lot of Blockbuster. Shaggy brown hair and a single dread lock sticks out underneath his white baseball cap. Bravo’s hat matches the crisp white t-shirt that hangs on his thin frame. His left hand rests on the steering wheel and he wears an oversized watch on his thin wrist. Bravo’s dark brown eyes meet mine as I park my car next to his and roll down my window.
“Hola. ¿Como estas? ¿Te sigo?” he said.
“Hola. Si, está bien,” I said.
The passenger of my car, my roommate Paula Hidalgo, looked at me, squinted her eyes and tilted her head slightly. She asked where he was going to follow us to. Then I thought about what he had just said and realized that I had confused, “You follow me?” with “I follow you?”. During our phone call the mix of English and Spanish had confused us both- to the point where we didn’t actually know where we were holding the interview. I had brought Hidalgo with me for this very reason- to be my translator if my knowledge of the Spanish language failed me or if Bravo’s knowledge of the English language confused him.
On March 6 last year, Bravo and his family emigrated from Medellin, Colombia to Fredericton, New Brunswick. According to Statistics Canada, Bravo is one of the 1,803 immigrants who came to the province between July 1, 2007 and June 30, 2008.





Facebook prevents us from letting go of our pasts
8 04 2009Logging into Facebook
I came to school in Canada to start over, to make new friends and leave behind my high school peers that had different values than me. But now I wonder, did I really escape? I only talk to a few close friends from my home town, but that doesn’t mean that others aren’t checking up on me. There’s a chance that the boy who sat next to me in grade 10 math knows that I now have straight hair (my hair was permed all through high school), or that a girl I did an English project with sees that I visited Quebec City during March Break. Clearly I didn’t tell these people these details- but there is a chance they saw them on Facebook.
I’ll admit I enjoy checking up on old classmates from time to time. It’s nice to find out that Sara made it into grad school, or that John is taking a semester off to volunteer in Africa. Facebook is extremely helpful when you have a question about building websites and remember that guy in your art class (whom you haven’t spoken to in three years) used to build them in his free time. Without Facebook the chances of you tracking him down to ask him are slim to none- but with Facebook you could find him, ask him, and possibly even get a response in less than 15 minutes.
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