"Walk Like a Refugee" a test of endurance for plucky Jewish family

The following is a précis of a story which appeared recently in Niagara This Week -- the newspaper that's worth every cent you pay for it. It had such an emetic effect on Agent 3 that he passed it along to us to share with all those who may be a bit bloated after the holiday weekend.

These folks are the (((Bromstein-Jagers))), (((Elizabewth Bromstein))), her husband (((David Jager))) and their 5-year-old daughter, Kismet. They enjoy life in west Toronto, and are keen to help Muslim refugees come to enjoy life in the Great No-longer-white North. In 2016 they started a campaign which they called "Walk Like a Refugee", to raise funds to help a Syrian family who had moved to Toronto at the invitation of Prime Minister Dressup, and were running out of welfare benefits.

By walking from Toronto to Niagara Falls, the (((Bromstein-Jagers))) raised $12,000 to help the extended family of Amir and Nour Fattal, who now want to sponsor Ms Fattal's sister and her husband, who of course will need help to resettle. So it was back on the trail, earlier this month, for the (((Bromstein-Jagers))), who endured sore feet, tired legs and speeding traffic as they walked, once again, the 85 miles from the Little Apple to the Cataract City.

The family's aim was to recreate, "albeit on a small scale", the experience of millions of people worldwide who flee their homes due to war and disease and must often walk for days or weeks in search of safety. And can you imagine, they had to rely only on the kindness of strangers (who put them up in decent hotels), a stroller to give young Kismet the occasional rest, and — perhaps most importantly — a video recorder to document their journey. One video, which we are sadly unable to embed here, shows the three singing the Sesame Street tune "Ladybug Picnic".

Ms (((Bromstein))) told the newspaper's credulous reporter that she and her family would usually set out for the day at around 9 or 10 AM, wrapping up for the night at around 5 or 6 PM. Along the way, they found accommodation from both friends and strangers. In one of the way-points, Grimsby, they were given a free night's stay at the Casablanca Winery Inn. Farther along, in Saint Catharines, a bed and breakfast owner who was fully booked instead put them up at the Holiday Inn. In Niagara-on-the-Lake, they stayed at the White Oaks Resort and Spa, which is as upscale as the name suggests.

A good part of their efforts went into keeping Kismet occupied, which meant stopping every once in a while to collect shells or pet a dog they encountered along the way. But the trek wasn't all smooth sailing ["walking", shurely! Ed.] From Grimsby to Saint Catharines, they had to walk along the busy North Service Road, where they kept Kismet safely strapped in a stroller.

Deciding that they would get off the road for the final leg to Niagara Falls, the (((Bromstein-Jagers))) set out for the Bruce Trail, where the stroller got a flat and they promptly got lost. "I thought 'We're lost and we're going to die!" said Ms (((Bromstein))), but "then two kids came along on bikes."

Note from Ed.: I am sad to report that Walt was unable to finish this piece. Apparently he suffered the same effects as Agent 3, and was last seen running towards the outhouse. He left some scribbled notes about the Jewish conspiracy to overrun North America and Europe with Muslim "refugees", and something about George Soros, but I will leave it to him to finish up another day.