Immigrants

 I have just finished reading a book called The Ten Pound Fare.

It is full of interviews and analysis of the British people who took advantage of this offer to emigrate to Australia after World War Two. While some saw it as the opportunity to take a 2 year working holiday, many stayed and made a life for themselves in Australia. Yet some were desperately unhappy and returned home as soon as the two years were up, others even sooner as they could not fit into the relaxed way of life in their new country. One theme which ran through the book was the number of women who failed to settle as they missed their Mum. I have always been quite bemused by the way British women cling to their mothers, often ringing or visiting them several times daily. Perhaps they have never understood the 'leave and cleave' scenario. While of course family is important somehow the British take it to extreme lengths. Many of the men in this story were very happy in Australia and had good jobs but were persuaded to go home by their spouse.                                           

I think the fact they were treated well on the ships out and then ended up in either hostels or rental accommodation until they found employment made it much harder for many of them. One has to wonder if they truly understood the advantages of living in a country desperate for new citizens following the war. 

My father emigrated from Manchester to New Zealand in the 1930's. I imagine he had to pay his own fare but as he left without telling anyone where he was going it must have taken some great courage to travel to the other end of the world not knowing what the outcome would be.                                                              

I highly recommend this short book for a look into a part of history many have forgotten.                                                           

                

   

Syria

 I have just finished reading A Disappearance in Damascus by Deborah Campbell. It was one of those books which was difficult to put down, despite the fact I was reading it as a talking book. I kept turning it on for 15 minute intervals on and off all night as I followed the story of Deborah and her 'fixer', Oflam. The descriptions of how the Iraqi refugees lived in Syria and their fears for both themselves and loved ones at home is difficult to read. The mix of Western journalism and misunderstandings about the Arab world overlapping with the daily grind and slivers of hope the refugees had of a better existence offers an insight into how we, the privileged of this world view those whose lives are such a struggle.

I have read many books like this, some suggested to me by a friend who lived and studied peace resolution in Israel. Her experience has often tempered my thinking about the way we treat other people to justify our own ends. I never fail to be upset by the way the nation of Israel treats the Palestinians, especially considering the long reach of the Holocaust. Where does the juncture fit, why do the pieces not seem to be aligned perfectly. Yes, this is human nature. I live in a country where those of us in the majority, descended from settlers from Europe, are struggling with the demands of the 16% of the population who claim to be indigenous. They also arrived in canoes, not ships with white sails and settlers with guns. Unfortunately in this changing world they are bringing racism upon themselves. Divisions are growing between those of us who have worked for decades to ensure a safe future and are now watching it dismantled by this small number of people in a multi-cultural community. We need to work together, understand each other, and not push for dominance. 

 

           

Muslim Joy

 I have just finished reading a book called 'Tea with Arwa' by Arwa el Maasri. It is the story of a young Palestinian girl who emigrates to Australia, although her father keeps returning to the Middle East for work. It projects the difficulties of the stark reality of living in a country where being Muslim is still quite rare. Arwa makes a decision as an adult to wear a hijab, something that obviously has a profound meaning for her. This book is fascinating, particularly the inclusion of the recipes which form the conclusion of each chapter. The food sounds so delicious I was tempted to find a Middle Eastern restaurant where I could try this food. Then I remembered, Covid.

Going out to cafes or restaurants is not a sensible idea at present as we have an omicron variant striking down so many of our population. Social media is full of vitriol for people taking precautions. Perhaps they could take a leaf out of the book of this family with links to the NRL and their joy and peaceful life. 

 

  

 and welfare of others by criticisng those who wear maks,     

Scottish Sixth Sense

 I have just finished reading 'The Moon Sister' by Lucinda Riley. The fifth in her series of books, I was astounded by the descriptions of the sixth sense I possess. Although some of the book is set in Scotland, Tiggy has inherited her extra sense from Spanish gypsies.

While people tend to be disbelieving of the ability to 'just know things', it has been a part of my life since I was tiny. I knew when people had died before being told, knew who was on the phone while it was still ringing, and 'news' meant nothing to me as I already was aware of family events and excitement over engagements or planned weddings. 

I am finding the Seven Sisters series fascinating. As an adopted person who discovered they had an interesting background, the discovery of each of the sisters of their true heritage keeps me glued to the books. Initially I was not keen to get involved in a series of books, but now I find I can hardly wait to download the next one. Discovering who Pa Salt is, although I think I know, will require patience until next May when her son publishes the final book.

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