The story of my childhood and the influences exerted on me as an adopted child. How my adoption in 1960 has shaped and defined me as it did many in my generation.
This is the first bundle of things I remember. It's been told and retold so many times and feels like it has morphed into a series of images of the original, something from a dream or TV show.
I had already lived in different worlds. But less than a year from when this photo was taken, I would be taken to yet another - Australia.
The life and times of the late Jimmy Dobbyn.
My parents migrated from a Greek island, to mainland Greece, and finally to Australia. No language, little money and little skills, yet they started a wonderful life here and have built up a modest fortune. We are lucky they chose Australia as their first choice of settlement!
My father immigrated to Australia from the Seychelles in 1966 at the age of 19. Growing up nobody around us knew of this exotic location let alone the languages and culture from this small country, but I felt like I grew up there, with my father saying often “Back home we used to” I loved all those stories.
We are a lucky country, as the saying goes, and long may it stay that way - amazing land, opportunities abound, and hopefully a comparatively peaceful way of life
As a Buddhist follower lives in a Multi-cultural and Multi-faith society in Australia
Perceptions of why people migrate can change if only we take the time to ask questions, hear about their motivations and listen to their stories.
When I was growing up assimilation was ripe and it seemed that everyone demanded that you become the same as everyone else. Fortunately many of us grew out of this way of thinking and whilst acknowledging ourselves as Australian, embraced our Greekness.