One day, in the middle of a departure, of a removal, of moving on after a death, you open some box forgotten in the depths of an attic or a garage. And just as an appendix in a will, you discover what the other has, perhaps, truly passed on.
Pascalia Papadimitriou, December 2006
I was born in 1981 in Australia, right on the border between New South Wales and Victoria in the twin cities of Albury/Wodonga. My fathers job meant we were “called” to move from one part of the country to another, each move taking us to a more distant and remote community.