All stand.
NEXT time I need a dose of “you think you’ve got it bad” I’ll come back to the Melbourne Museum of Immigration. The ceaseless sound loops of wails, gunfire and wet farts (I shit you not) that illustrate migrational misery should put things into perspective. And then I’ll walk back to work at Southbank and remind myself that it’s Southbank in AUSTRALIA and not Southbank in London. Hooray!
Keeper? Yes.
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