Vancouver Is Dying: I Went Disco Dancing & a Cab Dropped Me Off on the Roughest Street in Town
Medium | 30.04.2026 03:08
When I was a little girl, I used to go to the Rickshaw on East Hastings (then known as The Shaw Theatre) to watch Chinese movies with my family. There was always a double feature — typically a romantic movie paired with a kung fu show. My mother covered my eyes whenever a love scene appeared, which drove me nuts, so I tried to pry her hand off right away. But if I waited long enough, I’d get a peek through the creases between her fingers when her hand grew slack from blindfolding me.
