Two international African teams (a few men short of the correct number) were playing amateur football under the trees in the park by the Rideau, this lunch time. I think they must be people living at the Catholic Reception House for government sponsored refugees and refugee claimants, on nearby Botelier street, and delighting in their Canadian freedom, I'm sure. Many of these people have undergone unspeakable hardships and trauma in their native countries and in transit camps before reaching this country.
My husband points out that football is an international language and that regardless of words in common, everyone would know the same rules. Isn't that great?
It's also great that the weather's fine enough for outdoor games today, at the start of the Easter holiday weekend.