‘It’ Keeps Happening
bySitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.
Sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.
When a story about Australian women being raped in Port Moresby was aired on Australian airwaves, the news quickly filtered through to the local expats. Staff at my dad’s workplace secured a copy of the program in question and maybe half a dozen families gathered at our house to watch it.