… last night we are really tired. We wait 20 cars, until someone tells us that for Quebec City we should wait in another place. After another 20 cars, more but less frequent, we don’t have the time to make the sign, and a big car stops and opens the door.

We got in, a mother with her 4 kids. Since they were watching a movie, the musical Grease, it was very good to sleep. At a moment the movie was stop, because she was speaking with her husband. He had a lazy voice and they were speaking about nothing.

The movies resumes as my half sleep.

When the movies ends, Lisa tells us that she is native, Mi’k’maq, director of a school.

Her ex-husband is in a clinic for drug addiction. He is very bad. He is son of university professors, he inherited a huge house, and a lot of land, but he lost everything in 2 years, due to drugs. The drugs and alcohol are the biggest problem of the community.

‘yeah, when the people get everything granted, it’s normal to try to spice their lives’: this was my image and is the common thought of Canadian tax payer.

But there is a big scandal of a lot of child abuse and common graves of native children obliged to be shelter in establishments of the church. When these children returned in their communities, they started all bad things in order to forget, and what’s worse, themselves became abuser of their children.

It’s only this year that the government apologised for the treatment against the natives. The Catholic church did several years ago. The good thing is that now the native communities receive all needed support: psychologists, sociologists, but it will take some generations until the wounds will be healed.
Her son is 16 and he wants to become anthropologist. He says it’s difficult for a 600 people community to resist the assimilation, but that he will try to continue the traditions.

Lisa recommended us to read about and she invited us to visit the reservation next to Montreal.