To an outsider, life in the Canadian part of the Commonwealth that I live in seems almost perfect. I am sixteen-year-old boy whose life revolves around the social politics of West Vancouver, British Columbia. Although I live here I am not oblivious to the monstrosity of trouble that leaks out beneath the mask of perfection. I do not live in a country that supports terrorism, high volumes of crime do not threaten me and I do not live in a developing country that has to cope with mass amounts of starvation and poverty. …
