My name is Cindy. It is a dark day I can see a dust layer over everything and there is no wind. It is very lonely out on the pareies. My husband Tim had to leave to try and find a job. Tim lost his job at the factory about 5 years ago. This was around the same time the stock market crashed. My husband and I didn’t think much about him losing his job, we assumed he would be able to find a job easily. After a month we realized everyone was getting laid off. Their became a high number of unemployment, their weren’t enough jobs for everyone. We have two wonderful kids we have to support and they have been living off bread and butter for the last month. Tim decided he was going to pack up his things and leave BC to see if he could find a job someplace else. He had little luck but whatever money he received he would send to us with a letter usually telling us about his experience. He talks about hobo jungles where tons of unemployed men who are looking for jobs live. He says some of the older men live there permantly. He got into this relief camp; he earns 20 cents a day. He has wrote to me about how awful the food is, its bug infested and there are rats every where. Right now he joined this protest called the
On-to-Ottawa-trek. It is to protest the living conditions of the camp. The protest ended in Regina. He is now back home with us and found a job near by so we are getting by.