Come to think of it ultimately - my (your) nationality is just an empty shell i used to think – i need to belong to. But, and since – you (us) do not (can not) ever – see me –
I am a wandering gypsy with a restlessness. I was born in England and moved to Australia when I was three. I have probably moved over thirty times in my lifetime here.
What is the truth anyway? Is it something we strive for all our lives? Does it need to be reached?