Life, with all its difficulties and unexpected hardships, is still pretty good if you’re lucky enough to be living in Australia.
From the very beginning, being in Australia has always made me feel safe – like a healing balm, it has helped me forget those terrible events from my dreadful past. But sometimes, in the midst of my comfort and ease which I share with my wondrous Aussie friends, my chosen family, something happens to bring back bad memories: a particular scent; the notes of a long-forgotten melody; a turn of phrase; someone’s particular gait . . .and it all comes flooding back, like an evil tsunami.