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Without you my life has become,
A movie made for TV,
No dialogue, bad acting
and no interest,
Too long, with no story and no sex.
Pulp.
The arrivals bay at the airport is a pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.�
Smiling faces, anxious friends, frustrated partners.� Balloons, banners,
flowers.� Screams, kisses, hugs.� A fascinating place to visit.
I
spent a traditional English Christmas in Cheltenham with the Walker
family.� A reunion more or less, of 3 other exchange students and myself.�
We each met and shared a university exchange together in Canada.�
As we drank and reminisced and told stories from different corners of the globe
I wondered if I would ever be able to do that with the friends I made in Romania.
I
hope so.� I miss Romania already.� I hope I didn't
offend too many of you by being culturally insensitive in my efforts to be heard.�
Perhaps I did go about it the wrong way.
Don't criticise what you can't understand.
Bob Dylan.
It is strange how your opinions change when you are removed from an environment.�
Or is it that you miss the friends you made.� Either way I now
find myself defending Romania when somebody naively asks, "Isn't that where the
gypsies and orphans come from?"
Big Fish, in a Small Sea
It's not comforting living again in a country where the biggest concern
is getting home in time to watch the "Fast Show".� In Bucharest I was discussing
business with the American ambassador over breakfast, playing tennis
with the editor of my favourite magazine, business meetings with the important
General Managers of the Big Companies.� But more importantly I felt that I
had something to say and people were listening.
Small Fish, in a Big Sea.
In London I am just 1 of the 40,000 other Australians who have nothing
else to say but, "Want another beer Mate?"
I have read, reread and
read again the Christmas and farewell cards you gave me.� I feel honoured
to have been able to touch so many of you in so many ways.� I am proud to
be able to call you my friends.
Give me good times,
Give me song lines,
Give me fever,
I'm a believer.
Blur.
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