Translating the printemps érable

Translating the printemps érable is a volunteer collective attempting to balance the English media's extremely poor coverage of the student conflict in Québec by translating media that has been published in French into English. These are amateur translations; we have done our best to translate these pieces fairly and coherently, but the final texts may still leave something to be desired. If you find any important errors in any of these texts, we would be very grateful if you would share them with us at translatingtheprintempsderable@gmail.com. Please read and distribute these texts in the spirit in which they were intended; that of solidarity and the sharing of information.

 

If you would like to volunteer and join the effort, please contact us at the above email before embarking on any translation work, in order to avoid any redundancies. We cannot accept translations that have not been cleared with us first.

 

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For more useful English-language sources on the conflict, see:

CUTV - broadcasting live from the protests nightly

OpenFile Montreal

Rouge Squad - Tactical Translation Team

Montreal Media Coop

Resources on the Conflict

Rabble.ca's Maple Spring Coverage

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Francine Lamarche    June 12, 2012

The author is the mother of a young 25-year old man who was subject to a search related to a break-in at the University of Montréal.

Original French Text:  http://www.lapresse.ca/debats/votre-opinion/201206/12/01-4534163-recit-dune-perquisition-chez-moi.php

Thursday, June 7, 6:01am…

There is ringing at the door. That’s rare at this hour… But me, I end up hearing the knocking, and loudly, because I am already in front of the building’s main door, downstairs, with my coffee and my dog, ready for my morning walk. I see through the glass the shadow of several people and they are wearing the insignia of police officers… I am perplexed! Finally, I open the door.

We are at 3471?

Yes.

Paul Red-Square, that’s here?

Yes. That’s my son.

Come in, ma’am, we have some questions to ask you.

Ok.

I enter with my dog and my coffee. Shit, this messes up my routine. But I was scared that they would tell me that something had happened to Paul in China, and that he’d had an accident. Thankfully, it wasn’t that…

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