Had a lazy late lunch with a dynamic beautiful friend. At this deli outside on a tree lined street. It was one of them there, evolving meals picking at pastrami, eating and being fed stuffed mushrooms. Discussions floated around dancing and people and histories. I was struck again by the poise of the woman.
Have been to Redfern a few times of late. This is after years of fear at the violence and ghetto-ness of the place. I just heard stuff and took it; more or less unchallenged as wisdom. This in itself is (I hope) unlike me, especially given I’ve had to spend the greater part of my days – challenging other such perceived wisdoms.
Ok so. My impressions are nothing much like my fears. At times my fears of being mugged or pick-pocketed or worse where alarmingly obvious, even to the young Aboriginal woman who tried to engage the un-engageable me the other day. My fear was “smell-able”.
I am ashamed. I like to think of myself as open minded.
I even walked past the infamous Block the other day and barely noticed save for the artwork on the brick wall welcoming me. I can see why there might have been riots there. I can also see them happening anywhere that forms a hub for any passionate group.
Anyway; as for my current impressions. It’s more like a urbvillage.
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