A man describes the reception which the employees of the Immigration Agency
had in store for him.
V.Ε.: We arrived in Dorval… eh a man, a mister comes
and tells us… It was autumn. Was it November? October? November?
INF.2: November. The 2nd of November. Yeah.
V.Ε.: November. A mister says “Mr. Eustathiou?”. I say
“Yes” he being a foreigner. He says “Welcome. I have your apartment ready” and
so on. I tell him “Forgive me”, I say. “What apartment? What are you talking
about?”, I say to him. He tells me “No…” that and so on. I tell him “No.
Because I’ve been in contact with my wife’s sister, and we’ll be staying with
her. Everyone… She didn’t inform us…” and so on. I tell him “Alright. Whoever
comes over here you put him in an apartment?” and so on. He tells me “No, but
in the paper, you are… you are grade A”, says he.
INF.2: Immigrant state.
V.Ε.: Immigrant says he, grade alpha, I think or
something like that.
