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![]() <=== previous page> There were still many ghosts for me on T.I. I couldn't walk the streets and the beaches of T.I. without remembering those many characters I had met up there, and to ponder "If only ...". Even though for my own personal growth I had to leave, I had loved life on T.I. and in Papua New Guinea, the Solomons, Samoa, Malaysia, Burma, Greece (why, even the occasional viewing of "Lawrence of Arabia" brought back fond memories of Saudi Arabia!) and I still think about those faraway places almost every day. The years spent there have left me unsuited in many respects for life in the deep south. I feel suspended between my past life in the islands and my present life in mainstream Australia, and I still seek a place where I can feel truly content. If only ... "Über den Himmel Wolken ziehen, Über die Felder geht der Wind, ... Irgendwo über den Bergen Muss meine ferne Heimat sein." Hermann Hesse
Best wishes and
from us all!
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