“You’ll get bored,” she’d said to me, with such certainty that I wondered if it might be true. ‘She’ was my boss, and they were her parting words as I walked out of my office, family photos from my desk and farewell card stashed in my bag, three years in a country I couldn’t even […]
If you come to visit me in Warsaw, it’s likely I’ll suggest visiting the Jewish cemetery in Bródno. And we’ll get on a tram and head to the entrance, on Sw. Wincentego Street. And there, you may start to wonder if I’ve got the right place. Isn’t that just an old, overgrown forest of silver […]
I celebrated Australia Day 2010 in Warsaw, Poland, with our little bunch of Aussie expats here, in pretty much the same way I do most years: some of our mates, in this instance Pete and Fiona, fired up the barbie, we got some cold beers, and we played a bit of backyard cricket. We certainly […]
The first song on the CD my husband puts on happens to be Paul Kelly's Leaps and Bounds. "I'm high on the bridge, looking over the hill, to the MCG...", he sings the opening line. And I'm surprised to find tears pricking my eyes.