Death at Victoria Dock
That is what is good about Australia. There is so little histroy. Regrettably we refuge-seekers have brought it with us. All our pain, all our grudges, all our atrocities. One does not forget murder, assassination, the death of children. It is impossible. And then, we clump together. It is sweet to hear your own language, your own idioms; to recall the old country. With this however, comes the old feuds. It is ridiculous to continue our emnities here, but we continue them.
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