C’est pas un pays, c’est un hiver

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  A friend of ours who blogs anonymously as Invisible Man sent us this three part story about his experiences at work and beyond. It’s powerful stuff about work, class, race, and the struggle to keep on keeping on.       C’est pas un pays, c’est un hiver The Suit Shop It was late in the afternoon and the sweaty, noisy, humid factory day was almost finished. It was bitterly cold outside, but you wouldn’t know it from the inside of the suit factory. And you could easily forget that it was winter, because at Men’s Clothiers International where I worked, there were no windows to the outside. But 2003, my first winter in Montreal, was one of the coldest winters on record. Read More