Saturday 18th July – 8 months, 2 days
I asked a friend if he would give me lessons in quick-step the other day, so in a very Dili way we ended up having a dance lesson in someone else’s loungeroom this arvo (because he lives in a hotel and I live in a hovel and neither of us has dance space). I just do so much better when I can dance! It is my happiness in living.
And then somehow I ended up at a dinner party last night; marked, not only by the lovely people and great food and general happenin’ atmosphere, but by the fact that it was the first time I have been to any malae gathering where I was the only Australian. We had a Nicaraguan, an Austrian, a Swiss, a Croatian Canadian, a (forgive me, V) Canadian from Chinese background, a French, an Australian, and a Spaniard. We had a marvellous debate about the stupid and horrible things people from each country have done. Austria won. (Or lost, whichever way you look at it.)