Montreal's melting pot
I stared at the seal of approval and wondered what a kind of a weird society we live in. My thoughts raced to passages in Orwell's 1984, and things became dark and gloomy for a few moments. Where are we headed, I wondered. Why must we be assimilated? Montreal is supposed to be a mosaic, not a melting pot.
My thought bubble popped with a beeping sound as the cashier passed my croissants through the price scanner, and greeted me with bonjour.


