On Thursday morning, I will be leaving Petersham for a few hours. Here’s why…
Chrys gave me the number for Lester, an Aboriginal elder in Marrickville, to follow up some local Indigenous stories. Last week I called him up, and explained my project.
“So, when do you want to come and visit me?” he asked.
“Well, you see…” I began, awkwardly explaining my border restrictions. There was a silence at the end of the line.
“Don’t worry about that, mate!” he said. “Those suburb borders were drawn up by the white invaders. Just come and visit me in Marrickville.”
So there you have it. I guess you could call it “permission”.
(But for the purists out there, don’t worry, I’ll be back in the ‘sham by lunchtime.)