When I was in sixth grade, we had a Canadian teacher on exchange. He used to borrow films from the Canadian embassy (which was just around the corner from my school) and we'd watch them in class. In one film was a crowd scene of people walking down a street in some Canadian city, and he said, "Look, that's my cousin!" and there was a man who looked just like Mr Beare.
(I remember that because it was my turn to run the projector that day.) |
