The day after is a Wednesday. And today is like every day except it is eerily quiet. So quiet I become paranoid for a good five minutes that the silence is due to my neighbours converging on the streets deciding amongst themselves what the hell to do with me. How to punish me for being American and for having the audacity to show my face after that circus barker Trump became president of The United States. I feel ashamed today, as though I snuck into my new country, my new city, my new neighbourhood, my new home. Like I lied somehow when I came here almost six years ago. Last night I entered a bar here to watch the election proceedings. I don't have cable TV and going to my local seemed the logical thing to do. Others were having parties at private homes. The parties seemed divided too: American parties, Canadian parties, etc. Parties meant to mock Americans, parties meant for Americans to learn who amongst their midst were Benedict Arnold's. Really just another reason to par...
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