Refugees We Say Hello

Washed up on Canada's shore

Like most people in Charlesville, a tiny (pop. 77) fishing community in southwestern Nova Scotia, Janice Hines is usually up shortly after sunrise. One morning last week, however, she rose at 3, awakened prematurely by her dog's barking. As she looked out the window, she saw an amazing sight. There, on the road in front of her house, were dozens of men, many of them bearded and wearing turbans. As she watched in astonishment, they began chanting, "Hello, hello. Refugees!" Recalls Hines: "They were well dressed. They had suitcases, attache cases and plastic tote bags. They looked almost like tourists."