THINGS ARE NEVER quite the same when you return. They are similar, but not quite as you remember. There’s always something different… something you can’t quite put your finger on. That’s how it was when I returned to the rocking …
THIS IS A STORY of redemption and change. It concerns a long-time friend and it starts with her on an aircraft returning to Australia after several years living in China. There, she had worked initially as an English language teacher and latterly in journalism on an English language publication. That was quickly being put behind her as the aircrafy droned on southward.
LABYRYNTHINE… that’s what it’s like… a tangle of streets falling towards the water in one of those North Shore harbourside suburbs. Which One? No idea, they seem to blend one into another with their neat, lookalike houses and old apartment blocks. Wouldn’t like to live in those old blocks of flats… they seem to be pokey little places with tiny windows, I thought.