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North Tonawanda, New York: A Photo Journey - Little Observationist
“She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world.” – Sharon Maas Maybe I should start at the beginning, in a small city where I spent the first 23 years of my life, a city of some 35,000 people that sits snugly between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, New York. It’s half a day’s drive from the Big Apple with its overwhelming skyscrapers, its international population and its lines of yellow cabs that sweep through that city that never sleeps. And it couldn’t be any more its opposite. North Tonawanda is a quiet place, neat and colourful American suburbia with playgrounds, baseball diamonds and corner shops that sell refreshing Slush Puppies on hot Summer days. There are plazas with massive hardware shops and car parks filled with pick up trucks, old fashioned ice cream parlours that heap three scoops of mint ting-a-ling into waffle cones and near empty bars serving watered down beer to lonely men on Monday nights. It was, in fact, …