“How is Haiti?” the African taxi driver asked me after inquiring where I was from, as taxi conversations often begin.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I replied curtly, hoping to dissuade him from continuing the interrogation.
Sometimes, it ends there. You exchange a brief formality, and then each person retreats into their own thoughts until the ride is over.
But this August 1 in Montreal, between Pierre Elliott Trudeau Airport and my hotel, my driver was in a talkative mood. He kept ask
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