This is the story of my life so far: 68 years and counting.
Prequel: A Brief History of my Family in France
In February 1994, as I explained already, I was sent by my employer, CR2A, to work for four months on CAATS, the Canadian Automated Air Traffic System, that Hughes Aircraft of Canada was developing in Richmond, British Columbia, Canada.
Hughes Aircraft put me in an hotel in Richmond and gave me a rental car. And I started working for CAATS immediately after my arrival.
They made me work in the lower layers of the system, a set of software components we called later the DVM: Distributed Virtual Machine.
After three weeks, I had decided that the job was a good fit for me and I asked to be hired. I met people from Human Resources, and I asked for 100,000 Canadian Dollars per years. They told me that they were not authorized to hire me at this salary and that they would need to ask the head office of the company. I told them that they should do it, because I would not come to work for CAATS for less that 100 K.
Two weeks later, I signed a contract for 98,500 Canadian Dollars per years, with a promise to increase to 100 K in less than a year.
I ad decided to live near my place of work, and I found a house to rent in Richmond, that was big enough so that each of the children had their own bedroom.
For my children to be allowed to immigrate, they needed to have student authorizations. So, I went to three different schools in Richmond and asked them for a letter indicating that they would be glad to have the children as student in September 1994: elementary school for Gaëlle, junior secondary school (grades 8, 9 and 10) for Syrille and Betty and secondary school (grades 11 and 12) for Roseline. I had no problem getting the three letters.
I went back to France for ten days at the end of March and I told my children that we would move to Canada in July. I learned later that they did not believe me. At least, they did not believe that we would move permanently to Canada.
I went back to work for CAATS in April and May, and I came back to France at the beginning of June. We were ready to immigrate to Canada, but we still had no passports for Syrille and Gaëlle!
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