A man talks about his marriage to a woman from Quebec and takes the occasion to comment on his ethnic identity.
E.K.: My Belgian friend says to me this and this. “Let’s go eat and drink. I have a friend here from Quebec, we’ll go and she’ll cook for us.” […] here and they hosted me for dinner. Beautiful girl. Smart girl. Very nice. I liked her and she liked me and eventually I married this girl. The best… the best way to… to get to know a place is to feel part of the committee like Alexander the Great. As Alexander the Great did in, in, eh… in the east and he used to say to his captains “You should marry locals. Develop the country.” And they became Ptolemies, they became… […] they became… I became Quebecois myself, because I married a Quebecois. Genius. Smart. Beautiful girl.
…here Canadian, Canadian... Quebec. […] Québécois […] a property here, I worked… here, here I worked. And I made my whole career here in Montreal.
RES.: Therefore, you feel Quebecois? Do you feel Canadian?
RES.: Do you feel a Greek from Egypt?
E.K.: No, I’m not. Native. You can't get away from it. I can’t change from there. I’m Greek. I’m Greek. If we’re asked in… in the taxi one asks “Where are you from?” I say “I’m a Greek from Egypt.” Greek born in Egypt. That’s what I am. But… I am, I am a part of the Quebec community, part of the Canadian community here.