Last night however I had to attend the final Alliance francaise event, the July 14 Dinner at Blackman's Bay, a modest Tasmanian story, but enjoyable in spite of the mediocre French-copy food, which didn't really work.. Too heavy and indigestible, not at all French! After the Dinner it was back to FoV Voice Box space for the wrap party, which was a total success, with a videotape sent around the world to many GLBTI choirs who had sent best wishes to us via video for the Festival. Such are the days of modern technology.
So packing and choosing what to take to Wellington, where I am sharing a house, has been occupying most of small free time. this week it will be all dedicated to the big Move. Much to do and selling my car is not the least. But a new start is just that: new country, new friends, new home, and my sale of my car is an enormous symbol of surrender, but also of freedom, which is what this move is about. I have to analyse why my decision to leave this quaint but dysfunctional island is so correct for me. A part of my decision to adopt Hobart was my protective nature, the tiny forgotten isle, nestling off Australia's nether regions. It seemed vulnerable, was very beautiful, and had seemingly just what I needed: a safe space with friendly natives and a natural unspoiled landscape. But three years later I know it is time to move on, Tassie is not exactly what I thought it might be, and the pundits were right. I have now proved it for myself, which is what I always have to do. The Four Families which are reputed to rule all things on this once verdant isle, are obviously very jealous to 'keep it in the family', meaning that any change that's not in their favour, or their family's, will just not happen. Such is the history of backward sliding convict driven, Anglo-saxon governed Van Diemen's Land. Tasmania is certainly a 'great place to visit', but you don't want to know its secrets, and you never will, as the doors doors are firmly bolted. The parochial nature of this small community-oriented society is nevermore loudly echoed than it its fierce desire to remain the 'underdog', 'cos 'that's what we were, and what we always stay, so don't try and change us!' This is the catch- cry of the country that has lost all its talented natives to the mainland or OS, and has destroyed its indigenous culture to be a shrill call in the wilderness, espoused by the few but totally ignored by the group of Tasmanians always in power who mouth platitudes, but in reality, with apologies to Edna Ferber 'I just don't give a damn!'
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