This has been edited and most names have been changed.
June 2019
June 1st, Customs pulls me aside as suspicious, searches my things, and sends me to be interrogated. [I heard the female cop talk to the other cops saying "work" and "school" in French. She was probably noting my lack of attachments to my home country and thought I might overstay my visit. She looked through my texts, asked about my relationship with my family, and said I didn't talk to them a lot. She thought it was suspicious I brought so much, including my gloves when "It's Summer!" I was planning on staying 6 months. The male cop cut the strings to my bag, but other than that they didn't seem to damage anything. They searched, but not thoroughly. There were many MicroSD cards that I kept finding in Canada that freaked the agents out that got through. -3/23/21] The cop interrogating me insists I open up my bank accounts on my phone, and wants me to thoroughly explain my reasons for coming. [I would not do that. I had given them a bunch of bank statements showing I had money and brought several thousand in cash. He said maybe I had lost all that money since then and would be a burden to the system. I flashed a thousand or so in my hand at him, making a face, like "Really?" I did not turn out to be a burden on the system. I believe he was asking me to do that after I said my phone was hacked, but I'm not sure. But I offered to call the bank to confirm, and he refused that. I had to use my phone. I said no. If he wanted to steal the money, he had my bank statements. If he wanted to confirm, he could have allowed me to call. It appears he wanted to create plausible deniability for Brian to steal my money. -3/23/21] I began to explain stalking. He asks me to speculate on specifics, then comes up with alternate explanations as though I need proof. [I would make it clear he was asking for mere speculation, then after I offered it, he scoffed and brought up some other possibility of what it could be as though that confirmed it was not what I thought. He was changing the standard of evidence before and after I spoke, like he was baiting me then attacking. I pointed that out. He did that a few times. I kept saying I had taken the time to write the evidence out and could get it so we could do this properly, but he didn't want to do that. Why? I said I hadn't slept well the day before leaving and got three hours of sleep on the bus as well. He had his cell phone camera sticking out of his pocket at an angle. He acted like a punk. -3/23/21] He accuses me of changing my story 3 times because I want to visit, then maybe apply to work, then am running from my country. [He is accusing me of lying to him, but there is nothing contradictory about my statements. I was just adding information. It was like he was trying to fabricate some reason to be against me. -3/23/21] He declines my visit. I ask about protected persons, and he politely secured someone to hear my case today. I am held in a locked room. [The cops seemed nice at this point, and escorted me to my things when I asked to get some blankets. One cop got nervous when I described myself as detained, and I think said I was not. -3/23/21] I waited a long time, then was told by another officer only asylum was offered, and there was no way I am going to get it. He lets me think a long time, then later he starts taking biometrics and insists I make a decision. I claim asylum. I must wait for the next bus, but the website for Greyhound with an unsecure connection says the ticket is $8888 and only on Mondays and Fridays.
[I used my Ting account to call Greyhound to see when the next bus would come and if they would take me. There were long wait times and conflicting information, along with dropped calls. It was also very difficult to identify my location to tell them where the "bus stop" was. As I recall Google maps was not cooperating.
I ended up going back into the police station to ask for the address. I was told not to worry, that a bus would come at a certain time. Later on a police officer came in and said he sorted it out, gave me the time to expect the next bus, and said that the driver knew to expect me. I repackaged my things which had been gone through and slept a little. I saw the cops who pulled me aside to begin with as they came back for their morning shift. "You're still here!" The lady cop said in amazement. The bus arrived and accepted me, even though it was not Greyhound. It took me to the station in Berry UQAM. I had no cell service or wifi. I spoke only a little French. Thursday night I had not slept well due to excitement. Friday night I sort of got 3 hours on the last bus. The previous night I had napped on a chair in the border station. I was told that the metro would not be active till 5:30am. I freshened up in the bathroom and rested my head on my luggage in the bus station. A man sat near me and crinkled his bag of chips or something. Then a woman came and had a loud conversation next to me. ... The bus took an hour and I had no way to contact my host ahead of time. But she came out to meet me and had a lovely room waiting for me. The next day was a Sunday, and I walked to the closest church, which was interpreted into English. A boy came in during the sermon and didn't know how the doors to the benches worked, and acted rather strangely, getting up and looking at brochures and things.]
[I was booked at the home by the Villy Motel June 1st through 8th. Stella had her son staying. He is a specialized chef, and offered me some food. I stayed for one meal. He talked about traveling the world alone, keeping busy with his work. When I said I had studied engineering, he enthusiastically thought his company could use an engineer. Stella said she hadn’t seen him in 5 years. He was driving into Montreal that evening, and later Stella asked me if I wanted to ride with him. I hastily said no. She seemed a bit hurt by that. Afterwards her tone changed a bit. I caught a ride with her to the bus terminal. I thanked her for it and she snapped, “I didn’t do it for you.” When I was about to leave, she asked me where I was going next, and started pressing in front of her guest more and more specific information. I had been obviously vague, but she was demanding I give specifics. Then she said I was rude for not opening up about my itinerary, and she was going to write a bad review about me, that I was a cold person. Later I heard her on the phone, loudly saying some numbers, and I could not find her to say goodbye. It seemed to me that I had been set up with “the perfect man,” and upon “spurning” him, it was legitimate cover to create bad blood between Stella and I. Then Stella retaliates and does damage to my reputation, which otherwise is very good. This gave me motive. Then her providing the numbers, which may have been sensitive numbers, may have been means for me to commit a crime against her. Had I been able to say goodbye nicely it would make it harder for them to frame me. But that is how it seemed. I never left Stella a review. -3/7/20]
June 2nd, I had several issues securely logging on to the government of Canada’s website. It would not give me access, but I was able to open the website when I opened it through a proxy. I still do not believe I was not able to complete forms on the website through my phone.
Mapquest is another website to help navigate, and it also did not load.
June 3rd,
//WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT
Sensitivity to privates. [I haven't used my travel lock, and the room’s lock was only a privacy lock.]
//END SEXUAL CONTENT
[On the first day I went from the town to Montreal, a man walks up to me and asks me if I am going this way, and where in Montreal do I want to go. He even sat next to me on the metro and put the question in Google translate. He is Marvin. He lives in Montreal, and works at the supermarket. -6/6/19] I went to a refugee center. This was probably the day I told my story to the legal aid. [In that event, I went to a refugee organization, and there were paper signs with their room number next to the official ones. A girl who described herself as a legal aid listened to my story. That was the first time I had said it out loud. She wondered if I knew any other victims. She set an appointment for me to meet her lawyer. -3/23/21]
June 5th, GPS was very incorrect on the map. I am having a hard time navigating. ... I looked up the address of a lawyer, Aurora, and when I arrived her office was not there. A man looked her up on his phone and I went to that address, and also did not find her on the list of attorneys. I took pictures of a list of attorneys there showing her name not on the second address. I went to an association of lawyers, and they also were not at the address I found online. I took pictures of the list of lawyers there. ... For my 2 pm appointment at the refugee organization with a lawyer named Graham, no one was expecting me. A girl said she knew the person I spoke with previously, but didn't give me her name or even Graham's card. She did have a brochure for their organization but acted like I was weird for wanting one. I went to ………. to look at a place to rent. It had three men, one of whom barely showed me the place, which had a glass door on the bedroom, and said I would sublease June through September the full time through him. He didn’t seem to think I needed to talk to the landlord. He told me to tell him by tomorrow at noon or no deal. I got confused navigating the subway, then I saw 3 people acting crazy: one nervous, one confused, and one sad. Before getting on the metro to go home, a man approaches me and asks me if I understand French speaking. I said a little and he says a bunch of stuff. [He had this gleam in his eye. I had asked a man who lived at Villy if I should come back home earlier. He said in French, maybe an hour earlier, which I understood. The next day I came an hour earlier. Most of my learning had been two weeks of the Duolingo app. It was as if they thought I had learned French in two weeks and was keeping it a secret. -3/14/20]
June 6th, I left a message using Stella's phone. The phone rings and I run to it. The phone rings again 4 or 5 times after that. I make a phone call to the clinic, and there was no option for English. It was cut off partially. ("For English press...") I attempted to record with a video recorder. Groove IP, my voice over internet app, would not place a call through at all. I attempted to install an alternative VOIP. Either it would not download because it came from an unknown source, or on Google Play it would start downloading, but then stop. I took a video and placed it on Mega. Aurora, the lawyer I was trying to call, did call me back, but the call was seriously disrupted. She said she would send me an email to book an appointment.
June 7th, Google Maps will not show icons on the map. In the city it will not show street names. I go to the doctor’s location. The receptionist says she doesn’t work for that clinic, and that isn’t even their phone number. (I had called it before...) Google maps works a little later. The computer at the library said the temporary Gmail account was barred or disabled, and GrooveIP could not connect to the server to load the verification code for Gmail. I worked on my Basis of Claim. This is the document I was required to submit to argue I should be allowed to stay as a refugee. I searched for Dr. Natalie. I had put effort into finding a female doctor for my mandatory medical exam.