Growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s, I lived near an air-raid siren, remnants of a past where fear hovered over daily life. My mother spoke of an underground bunker by the river in Kitchener, a place for local politicians to hide during a bombing. These things reflected a time scarred by war, where food…
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