So here it is, the first chapter, or, well, prologue, of Des Arpents de Neige, just in time for Québec's National Day!
Warning for this chapter: Swearings, mention of ideologically sensitive subject and that's pretty much it
Names list:
Victoria: British-Columbia
Joel: Nova-Scotia
Ralph: Alberta
Ilan: Manitoba
Oliver: Ontario
Jean: Québec
Marie: New-Brunswick
Nuni: Nunavut
Benjamin: New-Foundland (Labrador is his dog)
And I think you already know all the others
Of course,
Canada/Matthew/Mathieu belongs to... what's the name again...*shame* Arg! *go on Wiki* Oh yeah! Hidekaz Himaruya.
The Provinces and Territories belong ctcsherry
Magtogoek, Marie-Jeanne, Samuel and Pierre are mine
Québec still belongs to Canada (sorry Jean), Canada to The Queen (because is such a daddy's boy), England belongs to himself, the world belongs to everyone and Kumajiro don't know to who he belongs
That's all for the formalities, so enjoy ^^
It all started with a good intention…
"J'espère juste qui va pas me faire une crise comme l'année dernière … Mets-en! Aille, depuis le temps que j'veux prendre un break de ces trois-là, Noël arrive à point … Ouais. Anyway, tu diras Joyeux Noël à monsieur Tremblay … C'est ça oui, joyeuses fêtes à toi aussi Ti-cul, on s'revoit le 7 janvier. " (" I just hope he won't throw a tantrum like last year … You bet! Eh, for the time I wanted to take a break of those three, Christmas' coming at the right moment … Yeah. Anyway, you'll say Merry Christmas to Mister Tremblay … Yeah right, happy holidays to you too boy, we'll see each other January the 7. ")
It was kind of weird to see a girl of this age talk to someone like this. She seemed to have some kind of knowledge that gave her power over the person on the other line, which was quite awkward for a young girl. She was acting with her interlocuteur like if she had been a lot older than him, giving him some orders and calling him things like "Ti-cul" or "L'grand", which was usually used with young boy by their elders. Yet, she could only be a teen, even if she was pretty tall, her face's traits were unmistakable: she was probably around 18, 19 maybe, no more. She also probably was a metis, her skin being too pale to be a native, yet being a little tanned anyway. She also had middle long raven black hair, neatly breaded, and almond dark blue-grey eyes, their color simply proving that she probably wasn't, indeed, totally a native. Add to that the fact that she concluded the phone call with what seemed like a funny comment in the Mohawks' language, and you just had proven their point.
"Oh boy…" she sighed before looking briefly at the girls. "Sorry for that, I have some job issues. My boss, as always, has just decided that he REALLY needed me NOW, even if the office is closed." It was North West Territories, with her habitual sweet smile, which answered for the others girls.
"It's alright really, we don't mind. I just wish you won't lose your job because of you being our taxi Marie-Jeanne."
Said Marie-Jeanne snickered. "I won't, he just CAN'T find anybody else to do this job… which is a good thing because I wouldn't give it even to my worst enemy… or maybe only to him." She shrugged, adding thoughtfully, "Mais cé déjà sa job facke…" ("But it's already his job so…") She got her full attention back to the road now that they had left highway to enter the small town. She knew the road, but she didn't go there often so she had to stay alert if she didn't want to get them lost.
"It's so pretty outside."
They all, except the driver, turned to Nuni that was looking at the window beside her older sister, bored by the sudden silence. Outside, the snow was slowly falling, in big sticky flakes, resting on everything they found. Trees were now half covered in pure white coat, making all the scenery a beautiful mixture of white and blue. Just in time for Christmas, reassuring the driver that have been afraid of by the idea of mud brown and asphalt grey Holidays.
Marie-Jeanne grinned at the little girl comment. "It is, isn't it? Winter really is a great season; though it's a bit cold in here, but less than at your home, I'm sure. I love it, when the rain turns in snow... though rain is nice too… "
"It's not bad, true, but in my province, with my HUGE trees and the mountains, it's even better. Plus, it's not THAT cold there" commented Victoria matter-of-factly with a proud smile. She didn't bother to hide the fact that they were representation of lands; Marie-Jeanne had already showed that she knew earlier, which was quite awkward, but didn't seem to be a problem.
"I have no doubt it probably is, yet I wouldn't exchange my province for any other." Brittish-Colombia and Yukon rolled their eyes: there it was, another proud Quebecer, sometime they just look as if they all were like Jean… what was kind of normal if you thought about it… Ignoring the two girls, the young Nunavummiuq continued her discussion with the nice teen girl.
"Is winter your favorite season?"
"Mmmm? That IS a good question… I don't think I could say yes or no. I don't really have a favorite season. I love winter a lot, 'cause it remembers me of Addath…" she said, looking at the snow melting on her window with a sad smile. She smiled at them, adding for explanation"… my Father. He disappeared many years ago, when I was only a child… But I love the other seasons for other reasons." She smiled a happy smile and looked at her interlocutor in the mirror. "All the seasons are great for some reasons, don't you think?" Nuni nodded.
"Yeah… but I have a little preference for spring… because it's my birthday…" She blushed and smiled a little shyly, making her sitters and Victoria smile, while Marie-Jeanne's grinned.
"Eh, that's true! It's just like me!" Nuni looked at the teen reflect in the mirror with wide surprised eyes before beaming.
"Mine is the 1th of April! When is your's?"
As she was about to answer, a klaxon interrupted the young metis. The three Rupert's sibling, who had turned their head to look by the back window, could all see in the car behind "their" a face-palmed Matthew sitting beside an impatient Oliver that was about to put his hand in the middle of the wheel for a second time, before Canada grabbed it. Marie-Jeanne sighed. 'I swear… if it wouldn't be dangerous pour Mat pis les Ruppert, I would just start, then break, here and there, and watch the square head cry is life pour son char' ('I swear… if it wouldn't be dangerous for Mat and the Ruppert, I would just start, then break, here and there, and watch the square headed cry is life for is car') She snickered in her head, before looking at the light that was, indeed, green and crossed the intersection, answering Nunavut's question like if nothing had happened.
"It's the 17th of May."
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Leaving the provinces and territories behind her to greet each other officially, Marie-Jeanne quickly reached the huge chalet that would welcome them for the week-end. "Be reassured people 'cause the awesome me is here!" she exclaimed when she saw a well-built teen coming out to greet her. He sighed.
"Marie… tu sonnes de plus en plus comme Prusse…" ("Marie… you sound more and more like Prussia") He shook his head, is short, dark auburn hair shaking a bit with the movement. The bright hazelnut almond eyes he closed while he was holding the other teen in his arm, however, was showing more joy than his attitude and, while he seemed discouraged by Marie-Jeanne haughtiness, the soft word he seemed to whisper after he kissed both Marie-Jeanne cheeks showed a lot of affection, just like his smile. Marie-Jeanne answered with the same sweet affection, a bright smile on her face.
"Bah bah… You know… Prusse fait juste PRÉTENDRE être awesome, moé je l'suis pour vrai!" ("Prussia is just pretending to be awesome, I am for real") She laughed while the men slapped lightly the back of her head. "Aille! La violence gratuite!" ("Eh! Free violence!")
"Ben, paye moé cin' piasses pis ça s'ra plus gratuit."("Well, pay me 5 bucks and it won't be free anymore") he rolled his eyes while she pulled her tong, and sighed. "Pis d'abord, c'était parfaitement justifié. J'ai pas envie d'vivre dans même province qu'une Prusse ok. Si ça continue, va falloir te nommer New-New-Prussia. Pis j'pas sûr que Mat est prête à ça." (And, first, it was perfectly justified. I don't wanna live in the same province than a Prussia. If it continues like that, we'll have to call you New-New-Prussia. An' I'm not sure that Mat is ready for that.") he frowned and sighed, just like Marie-Jeanne, while she was still holding the back of her head. From their spot, the other ones were looking at the odd duo; even if they couldn't hear a thing, they could clearly see that those two were near.
"Oh… Come on Pierre… C'est pas comme si Gilbert avait l'copyright sus'mot là!" ("It's not like Gilbert had the copyright on this word!") she stated with a smirk, making the young man sight. Seeing Matthew and the others finally join them, she turned to the taller. "Right Mat?"
"Yeah… euh.. Pour quoi?" ("For what?") answered automatically the country before feeling completely confused.
Before he could get an answer, a young man, shoulder length golden white hair on slightly tan head with bright blue-grey, and narrowed, eyes, joined to duo, to automatically scold at the teenage girl.
"Où cé qu't'étais criss! Ça fait une demi-heure que té sposer être là! " ("Where were you christ! It's been half an hour since you're supposed to be there!")
"Allo Sam, moi aussi j'suis contente de t'voir. Comment ça va? Le voyage a pas été trop pire? Ché que Labrador a tendance à perdre son poil à c'te temps-ci d'l'année…" (Hi Sam, me too I'm happy to see you. How are you? The trip was not too bad? I know that Labrador uses to lose his hairs at this time of the year…")
" Aille! Arrête de m'niaiser!" ("Eh! Stop kinding me!")
"Jeez… Y'avait du trafic ok, pogne pas l'gros nerf. J'tais pogné derrière les déneigeur un bout ok. Pis, anyway, j'suis là oui, pis tout l'monde est safe. Ça fa' que, calme toé pis arrête de m'crier par la tête. J'ai pas besoin toé pour avoir mal à tête. Avec les insurgés pis les problèmes à job, j'ai mon quota. C'est Noël, facke sourit" ("There was traffic ok, don't get like that. I was stuck behind the snow removal for a time ok. And, anyway, I'm here yeah, hand everybody's safe. So calm yourself and stop yelling at me. I don't need you to have a headache. With the insurgents and my problems with the job, I have my quota. It's Christmas, so smile")
" Noël est dans deux jour..." ("Christmas is in two day…")
" Peut-être, mais 'C'est Noël car il neige dans ma têteuh…'" ("Maybe, but 'It's Christmas 'cause it's snowing in my head…'"), sang the young girl.
"C'est pas la seule chose de fucké là d'dans…" ("It's not the only fucked up thing in there…"), answered Sam on the same rhythm.
" Oh! Shut up Sam! T'é juste un pain in the ass!" (You're just a…")
"Commence pas à m'parler en hosti d'caliss d'anglais à marde toé ma…" (D'ont start talking to me in Osty of Caliss of sucking English you…")
"Aille, ça suffi twoué deux. Ta'… ça fait même pas dix minutes que vous êtes ensemble pis vous vous engueulé déjà!" (Eh! That's enough you two! Ta'… it has not been ten minutes that you're together an' you already bawl out at each other!")
The two teens turned to look at an infuriated Jean, casting their eyes down sheepishly as soon as they see him. Finally, Sam broke the silence.
"C'est elle…" ("It's her…")
"J'm'en sacre de qui qu'ya commencé! Si ça continu, j'arrache le bras à un pis j'fesse l'autre avec le boute qui saigne, s'tu clair!" (I don't fucking care who started it! If it continues like that, I snatch the arm from one and hit the other one with the bloody end, is that clear!")
"Oui Addagnin…" (Yes Addagnin…") they mumbled like little scowled kids. Jean sighed and turned to the other teen that was looking at the scene quite calmly.
"Pis toé, ça tentais pas d'lé calmer?" (An' you, you didn't wanna calm them?)
The teen shrugged, putting his hands in his coat's pockets, answering matter-of-factly. "Tu l'as dit toi-même, ça fait même pas dix minutes qui sont ensembles… On en a pour une fin d'semaine, j'garde mes forces." (You said it yourself, it haven't been ten minute that they're together… We have for one weekend, I keep my strength.")
Another inappropriate Church word was lost in the breath of the Québécois while the rest of his family was looking at him confusedly, except for Oliver and Joel who were chuckling and Bonny and Matthew that sighed.
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It took a few minutes for the others to stop fixating the odd French speaking quartet. Yukon was the one to break the ice.
"Euh… Care to explain what this was all about?"
"Yeah…" added Ralp with a smirk, "We know that you can help yourself to be a perv since you were raise by the 'Great Country of Love', but still, three at the time, and that young."
"You're the stupid perv, gasoline bastard." growled Marie-Jeanne with a disgusted look. "Think that he would make it with his… Eh… Wait a minute…" She looked at the French province before turning to the two other boys. "Il leur a rien dit." ("He didn't tell them anything.")
The two boys looked at each other with wide eyes before turning their attention to the older men.
"Tu leur as rien dit sur nous Addagnin?" ("You didn't tell them anything about us Addagnin?") asked Samuel with a pout.
"As-tu honte de nous?" ("Are you ashamed of us?") added Pierre while frowning.
"Honnêtement, avec des scènes comme ta sœur pis ton frère mon faite, oui, on pourrait dire ça." (Honestly, with scenes like the one your sister and your brother just have made, yes, we could say that.") answered Jean.
"Ah! I knew I should have stayed with Alfred when he asked it." exclaimed Marie-Jeanne in full Drama Mode. "But I've stayed and for what? To have my heart shattered by my own family!"
"Premièrement, il t'a pas demandé de le rejoindre, y t'as conquis, pis t'était ben contente qu'on t'récupère! Pis, deuxièmement, Francis, sort de ce corps!" ("First of all, he didn't ask you to join him, he conquered you, an' you were quite happy that we get you back. An', secondly, Francis, get out of that body!")
"It's not Papa's Drama, it's TNM!" argued Marie-Jeanne with a pout.
"Pourquoi tu l'appelle encore de même…" ("Why do you still call him like that…") sighted the French province while closing his eyes.
"But, seriously Jean, are you going to present us to de ot'ers or do we 'ave to act anonymous for de rest of de weekend?" asked Pierre quite concerned by the fact that it was not already done.
"Ben oui, ben oui. Les gars," ("Yeah, yeah. Guys,") he said turning to his fellow personification, "I would like to present to you my little siblings. Ville de Québec…"
"Nice to officially meet you", said Samuel.
"… Trois-Rivière…" Pierre nodded. "… and Montréal"
"Hello" chirped Marie-Jeanne with a grin.
"Whoa, whoa, you mean your towns were with us all this time and we didn't notice… That explain the odd feeling in the car thought…" pondered Victoria. "So you guys were like, what, all raised by France so you call yourself siblings?"
"No, in fact we are real siblings. By blood… kind of… My brothers, sister and I are all the children of Magtogoek," explained Samuel.
"Who?"
"Who?" added Kumajiro feeling interjected by the familiar word.
"You know who Kumajiro… Magtogoek, great personification of the Fleuve St-Laurent, once known as the Champlain Sea."
"Euh…" was the answer most of the youngest provinces gave looking at each other. "You mean… you know your parents! You were born from them?"
"Yeah, well, we knew our parents." answered Pierre quite serious. "Dey died a long time ago when Damga joined 'er fellows in the oder world, just like Ontarí:io:'s moder and all the oders..."
"Ontarí:io?" the youngers all turned to Oliver who just sighted. "It's been a while since I last was called like that. Eh Kebek?"
"True… you were still a nice guy at this epoch. So cute, clinging to me like I was a life saver." He laughed even more when Ontario started sputtering insult to him.
The teens followed their brother example until Pierre went to Matthew's car.
"Well, since dat's settle, we should get in de 'ouse before we all become ice sculptures. Sam!"
"J'arrive, j'arrive." ("Coming, coming.")
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"Whoa… J'adore la déco Pierre, c'est parfais! And have you seen this tree? Il a l'air vrai! It's incredible what they can do now!" ("I love the decoration Pierre, it's perfect! … It looks real!") said Marie-Jeanne when her brothers joined them in the leaving room, having installed everyone in their respective rooms.
"Have you seen ALL those gifts!" exclaimed Benjamin, whom excitation was soon joined by his dog. He turned his glowing face to his Inuit friend who was as impressed as him.
"Oh! Something moved in the tree! Eh, a squirrel!"
"A squirrel?" repeated Marie-Jeanne. "In the Christmas tree? Oh! You probably mean Agwigos."
"You haven't really brought that chipmunk here!" wailed Samuel.
"Of course I have, he's my Kumajiro. Come Agwigos, get here and say hi to our friends. "
The little rodent came out from his hide and rapidly climbed on his owner leg, shaking his tail twice and looking at everybody before resuming his climbing and getting to Marie-Jeanne's shoulder, repeating his little observation from there. His red and grey fur was stripped twice by ink black and bright white lines. Something about the white mask around his eyes was making him look mischievous, an impression made even more apparent while looking at his shinning black eyes, betraying the vivid intelligence that only the spirits animals like him or Kumajiro were possessing.
After pressing his velvet cheek to her's, he opened his mouth. "Who are they? I remember Kanata, Ontarí:io and them-" he indicated the Maritimes "-but I do not recognise the others…"
" They are the others provinces and territories of Kanata, therefor they are friends. "
"What is this?" asked Ralph who had recognized some sort of native language without being able to identify it.
"It's Laurentian, the common mother tongue of Jean and his siblings. They don't use it that often nowadays thought; they prefer French. It's also the only tongue to which Agwigos respond."
"And what are they saying?" asked Benjamin. The others were looking at Matthew expectantly, since he seemed to understand the death dialect.
"She's presenting us to him… well she's trying…" he added with a sigh seeing where the conversation was going.
" Friends? Them? Are the others provinces not the ones who put the moron in power? I am no friend with people who cannot choose good chiefs for the Great Village!" Agwigos shot them a glare and his master groaned. She was about to reply, but Oliver cut her, most to the surprise of his fellow provinces and territories, all surprised by is knowledge of the native's laguage.
" We have no power to choose our Big Boss you dumb animal!"
" Do not call him like that Square Head! Show respects to the spirits!" growled Marie-Jeanne warningly
" Or else what, you will shoot me?" smirked Oliver.
"I would!… if I had my gun…"
With that, Marie-Jeanne looked away sheepishly under the shocked look of most of the invitees.
"You Quebecers want nothing to do with violence, but your sister possess a gun?"
"Well… Marie-Jeanne is quite pacific most of the time… but she did be raised by the Mohawks…" mused Jean.
"Ouais, and many years after dat, she became an involuntary 'ost for the Mafia…" completed Pierre.
" And the Hells…" added Samuels
" And the Reds…"
" And the Blues…"
" I think with got the point…" cut Victoria.
" Well, all dat to say dat we decided to confiscate de gun until she calmed down with de… Canadian… Firearms Registry? do I get it right?" explained/asked Pierre who was answered by a nod from his older brother.
"She was quite affected by Harper's decision… most than all of us in fact…"
"And she thinks she can shoot us for that?" yelled Oliver.
"What reason do you want for me to do this: Polytechnique or Dawson?" she asked seriously to her ex-brother-in-law pointing respectively to the side of her head and her tight.
"You crazy trouble maker! It was years ago, get over it! There is no problem in remembering the victims, but seeking vengeance, particularly in innocent lives won't change anything!"
"I know that! But Harper's is such an idiot! Announce that he will destroy the Registry in the same week that we commemorate Anastasia's death by inaugurating Le Jardin de la paix in her honor! There is a message that he did not comprehend somewhere!"
"Well, we, personifications, have nothing to do with this, sorry!"
"And she understands that clearly, n'est-ce pas Marie?" ("…don't you Marie?") answered Jean warningly before she could reply something.
Growling in response, she reached up to her chipmunk, stroking his fur under her thumb and finding some consolation in the familiar sensation. Smiling smoothly, she gave a quick peck on the animal's head before placing him back on her shoulder and heading to the kitchen. "Bon! Let's get this party starting, the Christmas feast won't prepare itself all by itself!"
"Whoa Matt… This girl seems to be even more passive-aggressive than you!" exclaimed Ilan 'Or me…' he added for himself.
"Well, I suppose I got this from someone eh?…" said Matthew with a chuckle while scratching nervously the back of his head.
"Hey! What are you waiting?" came the call from the kitchen. "Mat, Marie, les gars, vous venez m'aider en cuisine?" ("Mat, Marie, boys, are coming to help me in the kitchen?")
"But, Marie-Jeanne, tu peux pas commencer the feast tu'suite, faut faire el souper avant." (But, Maire-Jeanne, you can't start the feast right now, I have to make supper first")
"No worries la cousine, tout est prévu. Oliver pis Samuel vont allé chercher du resto." ("No worries cousin, everything is planned. Oliver an' Samuel are going to go get restaurant's food")She leaned in the door frame and looked at her brother, "J'vais prendre un smoked meat avec une frite pis un Pepsi, merci." ("I'll take a smoked meat with fries an' a Pepsi, thanks.")
"Encore du smoked meat? C'est pas ça qu't'as mangé la semaine dernière? Pis j'ai tu l'air d'être ton serviteur?" (Smoke meat again? Haven't you eat that last week? An' does I look like your servant?")
"Eh! I'm craving smoked meat lately, pas ma faute. Pis, j'te demande pas d'me servir, juste d'éloigner Mini-England-Kitchen-Mess de ma cuisine tout en vous rendant utile. Asteure, arrête de t'penser plus fin qu'tout l'monde pis déguidine!" ("Eh! I'm craving smoked meat lately, not my fault. An' I doesn't ask for you to serve me, only to get Mini-England kitchen mess away from my kitchen while getting yourself useful. Now, stop acting like your better than everyone and scram!")
"T'as pas à m'donner d'ordre. Tu sais qui j'suis!" ("You can't order me around. You know who I am!")
"Come on, arrête de penser que l'monde revolve autour de toé M. Centre-du-Québec." ("Stop thinking that the world revolve around you Mr. Central Quebec.") she rolled her eyes.
"Bah, JE suis la capital ou, dans les termes anglos que tu aimes tellement, the Vital Region, d'notre frère!" ("Well, I'M the capital, or in the English terms you love so much, the Vital Region, of our brother!")
"True, you're a real DICK! Anyway, you know what? You can keep your job. With the Sexual Tension Jean's sporting-"
"Aille! J'peux tu-"("Eh! Can I…") started the French Province while others were snickering, only to be talked over.
"- it's no wonder that you act like you're both in heat and in your PMS at the same time," she laughed.
"C'pas comme si t'avais besoin d'ça pour agir d'même." ("Not like you needed that to act like this."), said the older city smugly.
"Excuse me?"
"Are they always like that?" asked Ilan while the other two were still bickering in the background, "Most be burdensome to live in the same family than these two if they hate each other so much. It's like living with Oliver and Jean and having a blood link with them..." Many of the provinces shivered at the idea.
"Dey're often like dat, but dey don't 'ate-hate each oder… dey just often forgot that they love each oder…" corrected Pierre with a discouraged smile.
"Because they love each other?" The disbeliving suprise was eloquent.
"Yeah. In fact, we have been quite a functional family for thousands of years before dey start fighting… and dey even still get along pretty well when dey are not bickering…"
A scream, followed by running and the sound of a door being violently closed interrupted their discussion. They all turned to Samuel whose sister had disappeared. A growl drove their attention to his fuming older brother that was shaking with rage, fingers formed into fists with white knuckles. " Stadakona…"
" Yeah…" came the sheepish reply from Samuel.
" What have you told your sister? "
" I didn't mention Octobre-"
" . . STADAKONA?"
" Maybe I mentioned La Colonie Faciste..."
Jean threw his hands in the air with a despaired cry, "Vas juste chercher le souper veux-tu." ("Just go get the supper would you.")
" But-"
"Go!"
"Oui, addagnin!" He left, grabbing his 'expedition partner' quickly on his way out.
Jean sighted and gripped his hair. "Quecé m'as faire avec eux-aut'!" ("What Imma gonna do with them!")
Pierre rested a calm hand on his shoulder, " J'vais allé dans cuisine sortir les affaires, va t'occuper d'Marie. Une fois qu'a va être occupier à faire d'la bouffe, tu sais qu'a va allé. Et puis, Agwigos t'avec elle." ("I'll go in the kitchen the get the stuff out, go take care of Marie. Once she'll be busy making food, you know she'll get over it. Plus, Agwigos' with her.") He smiled smoothly at his brother who nodded and left for their sister's room.
"Nice Christmas in perspective…" commented Ralph.
"Just give dem time," said Pierre with an encouraging smile, "Time is always de solution wit' dem." He went to the kitchen, his smile dropping to let place to a concerned frown as soon as he was alone. " Time has always been the answer…"
But sometime, good intentions bring more problems...
So, that's it for now, I should uptade soon, but, for the moment, some autor's notes:
Two songs are cited in this fic' which are C'est Noël, il neige dans ma tête, from Paul et Paul, and 23 décembre, from Beau Dommage, that is kind of a REALLY québécoise song for Christmas. Both are in French, of course, just like in the quotes.
The italics is Native langages, here Laurentian (which is a death Iroquoian langage), once spoke by the first inhabitant of the Saint-Lawrence Lowlands.
TNM, aka Théâtre du Nouveau Monde, is a theater compagnie in the Quartier des Spectacles in Montreal which is reconized to be one of the most important cultural institutions of french language in North America and, so, yeah, a really important theater.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!
R&R please, constructive comments makes autors happy ^^