This morning, we woke up, had coffee and made our way to the US-Canadian border at Peace Bridge, between Fort Erie ON and Buffalo NY. We crossed into the US and back to Canada, where I formally “landed” as a Permanent Resident. I am now an official immigrant. I have status. I am one of the legal ones, the good ones. I am one of those Greeks that the Greek right-wingers invoke when they spew their xenophobic hate speech: “we Greeks never migrated illegally”.
On the very same day, a great friend, a fantastic, loving, creative, caring person, a true proletarian antifascist and anarchist, sent us this email:
“hey beloved ones…
unfortunately I won’t join you in next few years…
I got deported today at the airport…..”
I understand why I’m in the country and he’s not.
It does not make it any less absurd.
One love γαμωτο.