Wednesday, April 22


I am sitting in the doctor's house in Fregon ... she's in Sydney - so she doesn't need to know about it at all.

She has internet connection which is nice.

It's funny trying to flap your way through cultural divide in mental health work. You're never quite certain whether what you see is what you're getting. Perhaps I'm getting bugger-all correct.

I wish the health-workers would turn up to work. They usually have a better idea about what people are talking about - partially because they come from the same culture ... and partially because they speak the same language.

But still, gotta say - playing with Anangu is kind of fun - they're a most interesting bunch of people. Highly dramatic. When they have an argument, they don't bother hiding it - in fact, they let the entire community know
... perhaps because in small communities you can't hide it

... or perhaps as an open invitation for anyone else to express their grievances
... a large group exercise to exorcise all negative feelings out of their souls and into the ether

... I don't know ... perhaps not.

There's a festival down the road from Alice in a couple of weeks -

Wide Open Space Festival

I'll be seeing ya there.

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