People’s heads have been messed with in a crazy way.
“We are going to have barbecues, sit outside and watch the stream,” I tell my sister, trying to make her planned visit sound enticing.
“You aren’t afraid?” she asks in a small voice. “What if somebody sees and reports you? Won’t you get fined?”
Several months in a police state that Quebec has become, and instead of warm, fuzzy feelings, the words “family barbecue next to a stream” cause fear and anxiety.