One day in one city

Every action in life causes ripples

There are only three Perths in the world. Right here in Western Australia, in Lanark County, Eastern Ontario, Canada and in the Highlands of Scotland. As I look at the Perth's modern ever-growing skyline...
There are only three Perths in the world. Right here in Western Australia, in Lanark County, Eastern Ontario, Canada and in the Highlands of Scotland. As I look at the Perth's modern ever-growing skyline...
I know I don't want to be in another Perth anywhere else in the world...and yet... Perth's and Peel population is tipped to surge to 2.3 million by 2031.The 35 per cent rise would be the nation's highest.
I know I don't want to be in another Perth anywhere else in the world...and yet... Perth's and Peel population is tipped to surge to 2.3 million by 2031.The 35 per cent rise would be the nation's highest.
The empty deserted city lost on the fringe of the world...the smallest capital city of them all will be no more...
The empty deserted city lost on the fringe of the world...the smallest capital city of them all will be no more...
About half the extra 600,000 residents will come from overseas with 24 per cent from interstate and the rest from other parts of Western Australia
About half the extra 600,000 residents will come from overseas with 24 per cent from interstate and the rest from other parts of Western Australia
We need to quickly come to grips with living in a bigger city with all it's up and down
We need to quickly come to grips with living in a bigger city with all it's up and down
It is not only our government that underestimates our population explosion,
It is not only our government that underestimates our population explosion,
we all need to learn to share our space, but we are too scared to loose our protected way of life
we all need to learn to share our space, but we are too scared to loose our protected way of life
Many of us can not see beyond our little worlds
Many of us can not see beyond our little worlds
We have been isolated for so long from the outside world, too long from our own good...
We have been isolated for so long from the outside world, too long from our own good...
only time we are ready to explore the world beyond our safe and comfortable  West Australian shores is on our annual overseas holidays...
only time we are ready to explore the world beyond our safe and comfortable West Australian shores is on our annual overseas holidays...
....ocean cruises and air-conditioned buses and trains to take us to our dreamed destination...
....ocean cruises and air-conditioned buses and trains to take us to our dreamed destination...
to our luxury accommodations and high-priced beverages...everything we feel we fully deserve...
to our luxury accommodations and high-priced beverages...everything we feel we fully deserve...
we are enjoying ourselves without really noticing the native inhabitants of the land we are visiting, they are our shadows taking care of all of our needs and wants...
we are enjoying ourselves without really noticing the native inhabitants of the land we are visiting, they are our shadows taking care of all of our needs and wants...
then we come back home to our white suburbs tucked safely among the high-priced apparments near the beach
then we come back home to our white suburbs tucked safely among the high-priced apparments near the beach
we work reasonable hours, buy expensive goods and care for our families...
we work reasonable hours, buy expensive goods and care for our families...
and enjoy our careless lifestyle full of sunshine and open space...
and enjoy our careless lifestyle full of sunshine and open space...
the one, we feel is our birthright and demand...
the one, we feel is our birthright and demand...
demand from our government to send all the boat people away...
demand from our government to send all the boat people away...
...to send them back where they come from, we have spent our luxury holidays in their countries just this year and find out it is not so bad there after all...
...to send them back where they come from, we have spent our luxury holidays in their countries just this year and find out it is not so bad there after all...
We don't like migrants, we don't like refugees, we don't like people of different races, customs or colours...
We don't like migrants, we don't like refugees, we don't like people of different races, customs or colours...
We want to protect our comfortable way of life from everything and everyone, who is different from us...
We want to protect our comfortable way of life from everything and everyone, who is different from us...
People visiting our Western shores always remark, how clean and polished everything is, how over regulated, how white...
People visiting our Western shores always remark, how clean and polished everything is, how over regulated, how white...
Our reason for doing so is to protect our families, but from what?
Our reason for doing so is to protect our families, but from what?
Every action in our lives causes ripples....
Every action in our lives causes ripples....
When our actions are not right ...
When our actions are not right ...
...the ripples of harm spread around...
...the ripples of harm spread around...
and bring more sorrows and sadness, loss of lives,  desperation and destruction...
and bring more sorrows and sadness, loss of lives, desperation and destruction...
do we really wake up to the scream for help only when it will be one of us  crying out from the bottom of the well?
do we really wake up to the scream for help only when it will be one of us crying out from the bottom of the well?
After all, are we not all the same?
After all, are we not all the same?
The care for our families is the first one on our scale of needs....
The care for our families is the first one on our scale of needs....
It is an universal care felt by every human being from our beginnings the one that helped us to survive...
It is an universal care felt by every human being from our beginnings the one that helped us to survive...
And yet...we are flawed to believe that what we have done is right because we believe it is beneficial to our families...
And yet...we are flawed to believe that what we have done is right because we believe it is beneficial to our families...
The time comes to look beyond our own selfish needs, the time comes to open our mind and hearts to those around us...
The time comes to look beyond our own selfish needs, the time comes to open our mind and hearts to those around us...
who are not in our immediate family, strangers with no means because once it can be us...
who are not in our immediate family, strangers with no means because once it can be us...
The Stirling Range, our 'little mountains' near the Perth was the place I spent the last holiday with my Dad...before he got seriously ill.....before he passed away...
The Stirling Range, our 'little mountains' near the Perth was the place I spent the last holiday with my Dad...before he got seriously ill.....before he passed away...
My dad was a successful businessman, who had no time for idle talk and was always rushing somewhere...to make more money...for his family as he would say...
My dad was a successful businessman, who had no time for idle talk and was always rushing somewhere...to make more money...for his family as he would say...
I always knew he was a good man, but as he lost control of his mind and body in the last year of his life, something magical happened - the true nature of the man appeared to emerge....
I always knew he was a good man, but as he lost control of his mind and body in the last year of his life, something magical happened - the true nature of the man appeared to emerge....
dignified, courteous, tolerant, stoic. When he was healthy these qualities had infused and coloured by responsibilities he had...by the expectations his surrounding put on him...he had the role to play...
dignified, courteous, tolerant, stoic. When he was healthy these qualities had infused and coloured by responsibilities he had...by the expectations his surrounding put on him...he had the role to play...
When our roles were put aside and outside world lost meaning for him, a space appeared in which we could speak, and listen, to one another in a new way. Even when our conversations had no clear meaning in a conventional sense...
When our roles were put aside and outside world lost meaning for him, a space appeared in which we could speak, and listen, to one another in a new way. Even when our conversations had no clear meaning in a conventional sense...
...their authenticity moved me to tears. We have been there, again, this time with my son, on the same mountain's path remembering those last conversations...
...their authenticity moved me to tears. We have been there, again, this time with my son, on the same mountain's path remembering those last conversations...
They had a multidimensional quality that shifted my thinking and revealed new ways of seeing and being in the world in a deeply felt way. He was full of regrets when he said: "
They had a multidimensional quality that shifted my thinking and revealed new ways of seeing and being in the world in a deeply felt way. He was full of regrets when he said: "
He was full of regrets when he said: " Every action in life causes ripples..." His words had a powerful effect on me. The right words said at the right time in the way for the right reason can alter perceptions, dispel fears, offer comfort.
He was full of regrets when he said: " Every action in life causes ripples..." His words had a powerful effect on me. The right words said at the right time in the way for the right reason can alter perceptions, dispel fears, offer comfort.
Yet serious illness plays 'scrabble' with the language. But communication is more than words. What was conveyed was a deeply felt experience, often of suffering, that expresses a truth as distinct from a fact.
Yet serious illness plays 'scrabble' with the language. But communication is more than words. What was conveyed was a deeply felt experience, often of suffering, that expresses a truth as distinct from a fact.
Normal communication might have a conventional logic, a purpose, an exchange of ideas and information. It is language of the head, that can easily be faked.
Normal communication might have a conventional logic, a purpose, an exchange of ideas and information. It is language of the head, that can easily be faked.
The language of my dad in his last moments was language from the heart that cannot be faked.  I just stood there. The room seemed to expand way beyond the boundaries of the physical.
The language of my dad in his last moments was language from the heart that cannot be faked. I just stood there. The room seemed to expand way beyond the boundaries of the physical.
 It was as if by experiencing reverence for the life of my father, I had entered a spiritual relationship with the whole world. Reverence carries within a degree of sensitivity ...
It was as if by experiencing reverence for the life of my father, I had entered a spiritual relationship with the whole world. Reverence carries within a degree of sensitivity ...
that increases the capacity for recognising the interconnection between all aspects of life. Reverence opens our minds and we are more able to connect with other people.
that increases the capacity for recognising the interconnection between all aspects of life. Reverence opens our minds and we are more able to connect with other people.
I know now that the end is not a linear destination and throughout our daily travels through life we have stop for a while and appreciate 'here and now'.
I know now that the end is not a linear destination and throughout our daily travels through life we have stop for a while and appreciate 'here and now'.
Today as you go about your normal activities, go for a walk, take your time, smile at everyone, listen, smell, observe the life around you...connect with an idea, a building, plant, animal or person..savour that connection...
Today as you go about your normal activities, go for a walk, take your time, smile at everyone, listen, smell, observe the life around you...connect with an idea, a building, plant, animal or person..savour that connection...
...send the positive ripples toward the world and watch the positive affect flow on...
...send the positive ripples toward the world and watch the positive affect flow on...
Two years ago my father died, two years ago I have published my first hub 'scattered images in my mind' celebrating you, celebrating love, celebrating life in the language from the heart.
Two years ago my father died, two years ago I have published my first hub 'scattered images in my mind' celebrating you, celebrating love, celebrating life in the language from the heart.
And today, in my city at the end of the world,  that is growing so fast, I wish that we can create that special space in which we could speak and listen to one another in a new way...
And today, in my city at the end of the world, that is growing so fast, I wish that we can create that special space in which we could speak and listen to one another in a new way...
And today, in my city at the end of the world that is changing so fast, I wish we naturally overcome our tendency to judge and label and in that way we take away the tendency to separate ourselves from others...
And today, in my city at the end of the world that is changing so fast, I wish we naturally overcome our tendency to judge and label and in that way we take away the tendency to separate ourselves from others...
And today, in my city at the end of the world, that is  so close to my heart I would like to repeat Ondaatje's words: "Everything is collage, there is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly....
And today, in my city at the end of the world, that is so close to my heart I would like to repeat Ondaatje's words: "Everything is collage, there is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly....
...we contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border we cross.'
...we contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border we cross.'

One day with Julia...

One day in one city,

mystery abounds,

as you discover information

that you previously missed.

Or perhaps

someone

tells you

something

in strict confidence.

The question is,

can you keep a secret?


Julia from Western Australia

can keep a secret,

and her 8 years old son,

can keep it,

as well.

Her name is on everyone's lips,

she shares it

with the Australian Prime Minister,

and also red hair,

her age,

and she had an important job within an immigration department,

she had a partner,

until her breast cancer came in a way...


“I have a busy day,

today,

you have to stay

in after school care

until late,”

she told her son

when they left

their little house

tucked in Kalamunda Hills.

“ What is that?”

Her son points at a black bag

at the front seat

covering something

of a strange pear shape.


Can you keep a secret?”, she turned her head

to wink at him,

when a kangaroo jumped in front of her front wheels.

She stopped

checking the damage

while her son carried the small kangaroo to her car

placing it gently into back seat:

Mum, it is still alive.”


They stopped at the Wildlife Rescue Centre

hidden in a bush two streets away.

In few days will be 'World Animal Day'

to celebrate the world's unique species,”

Astrid from the centre talked to them,

while examining its injured leg:

Perhaps it should be called animal exploitation day,

we destroy their natural habitat

to feed and house every year

more and more people...

anyway she will be fine,

just needs few days to rest.”


It's her,” her son patted her back:

I used to keep a few lizards in my room,

I might keep her until she gets healthy

and then let her go...”

He turned to his mum,

who shook her head in a silent disapproval.

Astrid sighed and tucked her in a pre-sawn pouch:

Don't worry, Michael, she will be fine here with others...”


He looked around,

at injured bush animals

covering every space in a small house.

When I was young, I didn't like seeing anything,

killed or run over on the road,

so that's where it all started,”

Astrid caught his gaze and smiled:

Can you keep a secret?”

He nodded and she whispered to his ear:

I don't like keeping any animal in captivity any more,

I'm not saying that they shouldn't be kept but for me,

personally, no.”


Michael was sulky

all the way to the school,

once she stopped the car

he jumped out

without saying goodbye

running away from her.

Michael, be reasonable, we can not keep kangaroos in our house.”

Julia shouted after him,

but he did not turn and she knew him well enough

to leave him be.

A silver haired man standing by

waved at her and she waved back

leaving the empty school car park

and her son at the gate.


Convicted pedophile Gilbert

approached the boy before he managed

to reach the school.

Can you keep a secret?”

Michael nodded and followed the man to his house,

just few steps up the road.

In an email sent to a pedophile chat room later that day,

he wrote: 'My little 8-years-old loves to come here

to be cuddled, when he is researching kangaroos on my computer,

he always wants to sit on my lap where he stretches right out

and melts right away back into me...'


Julia drove to the Canning Vale Markets,

her hero was there,

Joel 'the Bird man's' passion for collecting

leftover fruits and vegetables for the needy

caught her eyes,

she came to help and get some free fresh produce

in return.

Joel had taught her many things,

mainly that anyone can be generous,

that opportunities for acts of kindness

present in our everyday lives,

we only need to notice them.

Can you keep a secret?”

And he started to talk without waiting for her response,

once she approached his 'Cocky's Corner'.

Julia, I have been asked either to pay for the bay or leave this space,

you work with department, you know the regulations,

there is no room there for charity, I am packing up today.”

What are you going to do?” She asked evidently upset.

He piled her last box with fresh fruits and vegetables:

Do not worry about me, Julia, people like me always find the way.”


Julia carried the box into the car and drove away,

tears appeared in her eyes when looking back

she saw Joel, the old man pushing his overloaded trolley

out of the market's gate.


She called her insurance and took her car for repair,

walking to her working place,

an administration role within her department,

with reduced hours and reduced pay.

Can you keep a secret?”

The girl at opposite table approached her with red eyes,

I have been sacked, something to do with overstaffing,

you will be next.”


She called her ex partner

on her lunch time break

and he picked her up to take her

to some prestigious restaurant.

'The Rock Pool Bar & Grill

this year's Good Food Guide Restaurant of the Year '

The big sign greeted them at the door.

Perth diners love nothing else more

than dressing up for a good night out,” her ex partner remarked

watching a couple of formally dressed young men

with girls in their arms partying in a corner.

The one in a bright red shirt picked up a glass and smiled at them

when they choose the table to sit opposite.

Some of us are lucky,” Julia smiled back

and picked up a glass full of water:

starting partying about lunchtime.”

They work at mines and are loaded with money,”

the young chef who appeared next to their table:

Congratulation, mate,” her ex partner said pointing at the awards.

It was a tough year with staff shortages, you see,”

he smiled: “I have to serve and cook, if I want to survive.”


Their ordered their favourite steaks

and ate in silence.

He offered her some money,

but she pushed them away:

Michael needs his Father.

How is he?

The Perth Royal Show is on, I will take him to pet pavilions,

is he still such an animal lover?”

Worse than before, listen you should move back in, I am better now and he...”

Can you keep a secret?” He continued without waiting:

I met someone, she is pregnant,

we are getting married, but don't worry I will pay...”

I don't want your charity.” She stood up and went to look for toilet.


On the way she peeped into the busy kitchen.

The young chef winked at her:

Can you keep a secret?”

He continued without stopping sizzling the stakes:

When you cook from the heart,

you create this wonderful magic.

I try to remember that,” she smiled suddenly feeling much better.


One day in one city,

mystery abounds,

as you discover information

that you previously missed.

Or perhaps

someone

tells you

something

in strict confidence.

The question is,

can you keep a secret?


After work she stopped at King Edward Memorial Hospital

in a geriatric clinic

where her father was on dialysis

for kidney failure for diabetes.

Doctor Walter stopped her:

“Julia, we have to sent him back

to the Nursing Home,

if he likes it or not,

look around,

the number of geriatric patients we have...”

I will talk to him,” she sighed

opening the door to his room

ready for fight.

Go and call your mother, she will take me home, I have enough of this shit,”

He shouted from bed

even before she closed the door behind her.

Dad, you know that Mum is long time dead. You have to go back to the Nursing

Home.”

Over my dead body, do you hear me!

Can you keep a secret, Dad?”

She tiptoed to his bed and whispered to his ear:

I have what mum died from, my partner left me

and maybe I will lose my job...

I have still Michael to look after

and you know Kelsey is in hospital too...

please Dad I can not take care of you.”

He was silent, but a big tear rolled over from his left eye.

Next day he moved back to his Nursing Home

where he,

in few weeks,

quietly died.


Julia went to see Doctor Barry,

an obstetrician at King Edward Hospital:

Kelsey is doing well but she doesn't want to stick to her diet,”

He sat down at his desk and looked at her seriously with his tired eyes:

I saw today more than twenty older expectant mothers

with medical problems,

just like your sister,

diabetes, high blood pressure...obese, unfit

and they are bloody hard work

and they don't do so well in pregnancy.”

I will talk to her,” she sighed and left his room.

She found her younger sister on her hospital bed

stuffing herself up with creamy donuts.

Can you keep a secret, sister?”

She tiptoed to her bed and whispered to her ear:

“If you don't stop eating your baby will be born premature or stillborn,

your partner will leave you,

you will be too ill to work,

and you will loose your sister forever.”

She left the box of fresh green produce next to her sister's bed

and through the window

secretly,

she watched her sister swapping the creamy donuts for celery,

one by one.


Outside the hospital she went to pharmacy

to buy her pills.

28 years old Fay smiled at her

and wished her good day.

Julie went outside a

and breathed in the fresh Spring air,

an young dark guy pushed her

passing by,

she left without looking back.

A robber held a knife to Fay's abdomen

warning her

not to say anything

demanding drugs

and money.

But Julia has already

disappeared behind the corner.


She passed a court building

in front of it

stood Nyoongar elder

Mingli

shouting

that Aboriginal youth

out there are lost,

dealing with 200 years of racism

and disadvantage

much needed to be done

to turn the situation around.

Not far away loomed Banksia Hill Juvenile Centre

grey and threatening with high protective fence,

behind it dark angry faces

of young Aboriginal men.

She avoided their doomed stares,

there were no secrets hiding there.


On other street the Curtin Detention Centre

locking their numerous gates,

a row after row of immigration guards

entered the yard

worried

that detainees could take them hostage

or even stage a mass suicide

asylum seekers

increasingly desperate

about their plight.

Julia looked around but could not spot any of them out,

there were many secrets hidden there,

behind those thick walls,

on one side nameless, faceless people

and on other side HER....


One day in one city,

mystery abounds,

as you discover information

that you previously missed.

Or perhaps

someone

tells you

something

in strict confidence.

The question is,

can you keep a secret?


She returned to her working place

where an immigration official laughed to her face:

What do you want me to say?

There are regulations we have to follow...”

Julia picked up her note she left at his desk:

“Having grown up in a country town near Perth,

in the 1960s,

where half of my classmates were Aboriginal or refugees,

it doesn't take long

to understand

how 50 years later

the divide between white and indigenous Australians

as well as boat people is still just the same.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

He winked at her:

We would be much better off without those

Aboriginals and refugees

messing up our way of life,

I can tell you that.”


Julia packed her things and left the building.


Passing a majestic modern building of a prestigious bank,

her eyes locked in a desperate eyes of poor old homeless man sitting in a corner.

She collected some coins and threw in his battered hat.


“Hey Miss, I don't want your dollar,

it has been devaluated, it has no value any more,”

he laughed opening his toothless mouth.


Julia stopped in a shock and he continued:

There is a reason I sit next to a bank,

I know what is happening,

can you keep a secret?”

He winked at her and said in a quiet voice:

What you have now, doesn't mean you will have tomorrow.”

Then he started to laugh again.


Julia quickened her steps

and entered quickly the first door

to the public building.

It was the exhibition at the Hole,

in the Wall Gallery in Adelaide Street.

A surf art exhibition

dedicated to the adventurous spirit

of shark attack victims

of the Perth shores.

She suddenly thought about her son.


She called in to enquire about her car,

but it was not ready yet.


She had one more trip to make before she can go home.

Julia stopped a taxi passing by

and asked the young driver

to take her to the Sir Charles Gardner Hospital.

He introduced himself as Omar Didan,

an pharmacist from Lebanon,

who couldn't find a work.

Can you keep a secret?”

He asked and then he sighed:

It is completely different culture,

Anglo-Saxon culture,

very white, you have to learn to survive.”

Julia gave him some tips

and wished him good luck.


Getting off the car she noticed

the two men in suits and their women in dresses

from the restaurant talking to the driver.

The man in a red shirt holding a full bottle of whiskey

winked at her

while taking her seat.


She walked towards the hospital

when the taxi made U-turn leaving in high speed.

Half an hour later

Omar Didan was attacked

and robbed

after confronting a man

who threw a bottle at his car

while getting off at Epsom Avenue.

He was hit on the back of his head

and knocked to the ground.

Girls hold him down.

His bone was fractured underneath the eye

and there is a hole,

the eye socket is out of place.

He lost his eyesight.

The attackers stole his takings and ran away.


One day in one city,

mystery abounds,

as you discover information

that you previously missed.

Or perhaps

someone

tells you

something

in strict confidence.

The question is,

can you keep a secret?


Julia rubbed gently the old leather case

she was carrying around whole day

and knocked on the door of her surgeon.

Roshi Kamyab opened by himself

still dressed in his green surgical clothes:

Just finished a double mastectomy and breast reconstruction, j

just like yours.”

“May I come in?”

And before he managed to nod

she sat down next to window and opened her case.

The old guitar appeared in her lap.

She patted it gently.

I used to play a lot in my teenager's years,”

Julia smiled shyly and then she said more confidently:

Grateful Perth mother has penned a song

inspired by the surgeon who helped to save her life.”


The most sublime music

created on the spur of the moment

played on an old creaking guitar

filled whole space.

Her voice as she sang her song:

We are products of yesterday

and hope of tomorrow,

present is a gift,

and you gave it to me

back,

you healed my body

and I came

to heal your soul...”


“Isn't the life wonderful?”

The surgeon quietly said

when the silence filled the room.


She stood next to him

and they looked down at the sun slowly setting,

covering in its yellow glory

the beautiful Swan River and the sprawling city below.

“Sometimes, it is,” she agreed slowly.

Can you keep a secret?”

He smiled again and continued without looking at her:

“ I was just a boy when we came here,

into completely different culture

where equality of masses was something to behold,

a dark boy with a strange Bengali name,

only one with dark skin,

there is a certain comfort you miss,

you are slightly at edge

because you are on other people's territory

and if you cross the line the consequences are...”


And what about now?”


This is the first time I am completely at ease in your country.” He smiled at her.


In our country.” She smiled back at him.


When she finally reached the after school care,

her son was the last one waiting there.

She ran to him and hugged him tightly.

He started to cry.

What has happened to you?”

She asked pulling up his chin so she could see his eyes,

but he avoided her gaze:

It is a secret, I can not tell.”

She hugged him again:

No more secrets to keep, do you hear me, no more secrets between us.”

Do you mean it, really?” He asked wiping his tears.

She picked up his bag and get hold of his hand:

No more busy days

and no more after school care,

I promise,

and you know what?”

But her son stopped suddenly

noticing the silver haired man on the other side of the road.

Can you keep a secret, mum?”


She watched his gaze and looked him straight into his eyes:

No more secrets, Michael,

you can tell me everything

I am your MUM.”

He looked scared and ashamed,

so she hugged him again:

You know what, if you tell me

everything,

we may take our injured kangaroo home to get better...”

Michael squeezed her hand

and told her

the secret of the white haired man.


One day in one city,

mystery abounds,

how many secrets

our city hides?

Only how many

we let it to hide...

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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

What a riveting story, so many twists and turns that all lead back to the same people. Beautifully written. The photos are beautiful too but I'm somehow missing the connection. Anyway, voted up and interesting.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Ha,ha,ha...caught up in my own thoughts...nothing new, still surprised that people usually are able to follow the thread of my thoughts...maybe the better title would help: 'ALL ABOUT PERTH'...the first story line is based on the short announcements from our daily newspaper...'What has happened in Perth in one day'...so I made up the fictional character Julia and send her to investigate:)...the other storyline just complement the images, the scattered images in my mind about the future of our city Perth and people in it, who are resisting the change...:)...hopefully my explanation helps:)


jenubouka 4 years ago

All I can say is WoW such a powerful story I loved how it flowed into each scenario. It just kept transforming itself manifesting a powerful message.

Awesome


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

Yes, it helps. I still say the story is really a good one. You seem to capture Julia's entire life in one short story.


diogenes 4 years ago

I was simply mesmerized by this amazing piece of writing. And terrified that it was true (I mean true for you, it's obviously true of many). I lived in Perth for a year in 1989. My friend ownes the multi cines in Albany and Geralton, his name is Ron Seimiginowski. I loved it there and saw an echinida (spell?) in Kings Park. You could publish this in booklet form...Bob


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Hillbilly Zen 4 years ago from Kentucky

Ms. Beata, my Aquarian sister, when we first "met" on these pages, you mentioned footsteps in sand. I followed them today through your city and your psyche, winding, going forward and turning back on themselves. This is a brilliant piece, Beata, on so many levels. Thank you for sharing it, and for the emotions you have evoked. *huge hugs*


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

I loved this story! You are a good writer for sure. Vote up!


Aka Professor M 4 years ago

@Beata Stasak: Despite the twist and turns or maybe because of them this piece grabs the readers interest and refuses to release it until the very end. It is and excellently woven tapestry of the myriad of experiences one faces daily.

Your choices were of course from your perspective and rightly so, Beata. Why? Because it is you viewpoint and we are looking over your shoulder and seeing things from your unique perspective.

Well done both with the choice of pictures and the topic!

I voted it up and pushed all the buttons that applied to it, Beata! This was entertaining and illuminating.

Regards Mike(Aka Professor M) ;D


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gary dube 4 years ago from India

it will take some deep reading to do justice to this great story


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Robwrite 4 years ago from Bay Ridge Brooklyn NY

Beautiful and evocative story with a powerful meaning behind it. We all need to wake up to the fact that we are all connected and that nothing is trivial or worthless.

Excellent work. Great photos.

Rob


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Keith Matyi 4 years ago from Denton, TX

wow! beautiful story..thoughts around every turn and bend...


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TKs view 4 years ago from The Middle Path

Wonderful read, Beata.

You've captured a theme emerging on a much wider scale than just in Perth. "No more Secrets."

All around the world, the curtain of lies is falling, exposing those who abuse for personal profit or selfish desire. From politicians to pedophiles, the light is penetrating into the darkness they thrive within.

No more. The people say, No More Secrets.


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

so many secrets...it's so sad how much we're destroying the society we create...our society is built on lies...lots of lies...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

'Never underestimate the reader'...one have to say as a reply to all your meaningful reflections on my story in words and images. When I start to write, I never know where my writing takes me...so the idea behind it or the message I want to get across comes naturally at end of the story...just like you my dear readers I am not sure what is all about until the very end:)...it is confusing, surprising and mind twisting for me so I am very grateful you are willing to follow me on my writing journey ....it is never ending story...each of you have already added to it ...new thought, new interpretation...let the story continue in your own words....thank you for following my threat and let the story keep going...


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

yes, that's the beauty behind the talent of a writer...we will just allow the flow of emotions take us wherever it wants to go...i like the way you present a societal situation...i'm a teacher so i'm well aware of what is happening in our society...thanks for this...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you my fellow teacher for your valuable input...teachers are always on the receiving end of the changing social dynamics...good luck with your important and yet priceless work you do:)


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makusr 4 years ago from India

Beata, I like the way you weave your story with the beautiful pictures thrown in to compliment the words. The social message you give through this hub is important. Thanks.

With warm wishes,

MAKUSR


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear 'makusr' for your beautiful response...with warm wishes back...Beata


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Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

There is a story, a message, emotions and passions all blended into words and pictures. Your choice of expression is just wonderful.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear Vinaya, we all have our own way to express ourselves, your stories are full of beauty of high mountains and deep valleys and mine are full of emotionally displaced people lost in a city...I bet life is much more poorer in your mountains but on other hand also I believe it is much more spiritually uplifting...or is it only our dream?


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

Wow this was really something and I enjoyed the pictures too, they really added to your work. Great hub.


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Nurfninja 4 years ago from Earth

wow, you must have 10,000 words of art here. I only read the first 1,000- they were interesting and pleasant.


V Qisya 4 years ago

Wow!Love it..Voted up ;D


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you my dear fellow hubbers for stopping by on my latest hub and leaving me so encouraging comments...hope you come back again:)


Sueswan 4 years ago

Amazing!

Some secrets should never be kept.

Voted up, up and away!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Sue, thank you for coming back to read my latest hub and I am very happy that your time was not wasted...all the best with your hubbing and come back again:)


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nenytridiana 4 years ago from Probolinggo - Jawa Timur - Indonesia

Wow! this is a great hub. The words and the pictures just made me enjoy reading this. I like photography, It is wonderful to take the pictures like yours. And your concern for nature is greatly appreciated. Vote up!


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justateacher 4 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

Loved this...it really kept my attention, wanting to see how one thing was connected to the next...voted up and awesome!


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Paraglider 4 years ago from Kyle, Scotland

Beata - this is completely different from anything I can remember reading for a long time. The interwoven narrative of finished and unfinished threads, a mix of questions and answers, an encapsulation of life itself. Very nicely done :)


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jandee 4 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

Mindblowing ! Back-shivering and all the rest,

thank you Beata,best from jandee


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

what a kick in the kangaroo story-- I actually loved it.. bookmarking it to read it again thank you for sharing this hub :)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubbers, it is different and sometimes even challenging to follow the stories in words and images that are joined together by a common thread...I am very happy that you persevere in your reading and your journey was worthwhile:)...hope you come back again my new hub friends and all the best with your hubbing:)


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yols-a 4 years ago from Trinidad and Tobago

Oh you are a great story teller beautiful lay out keep up the good work


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neeleshkulkarni 4 years ago from new delhi

cities are so scary and beneath the surface lies so much we do not know.i was reading the hub with an increasing sense of unease and dread not knowing what would come out next.it sent chills down my spine friend. very well written


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubbers, my story has really came alive with your beautiful and insightful comments...yes, our cities can be scary places but only if we keep our eyes and ears shut to the suffering of others...:)


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Teresa Coppens 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

This one left me speachless Beata. Beautiful story and so poignantly written.!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Teresa...two sides of one coin...that how I perceive the world around me...warm kindness hand in hand with unbearable cruelty:)


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frogyfish 4 years ago from Central United States of America

Tremendous, kinetic! And it all comes down to the last two lines someway. Intriguing expression of 'one day'!


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feenix 4 years ago

Hello, Beata,

This is a brilliant display of writing and my eyes were glued to this piece from beginning to end. This is a powerful and accurate description of all the twists and turns that life consists of.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers for your kind comments...I am so happy that my short story in a poem touched so many..and it all started with once ordinary morning when eating my breakfast I started to read the daily newspaper from my part of the world...sound too familiar to you all...


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htodd 4 years ago from United States

Yes,We should protect ourselves from other races..That's really great point


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Nelly A. 4 years ago

You really are a great storyteller. I had a great time reading this hub.


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Keith Matyi 4 years ago from Denton, TX

Good story! Wow!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear 'htodd', I don't believe there are 'other races' and 'us'...I believe it is only 'us' and we should learn that we live in time of 'one people of different cultures living together', not in the time of 'one culture dominating all other cultures, the way how we lived in past'.

Thank you my fellow hubbers for your encouraging comments, I am very happy when people find more meanings and interpretations in my poems, but when this interpretation is in opposition with my beliefs I feel I need to get my point of view across..thank you so much for your understanding:)


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Sky9106 4 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

A beautiful story Beata I think I must go it over again, one cannot do them both at the same time, the pictures are great , nature gets me every time.

I can't keep that secret

Beautiful

Bless.


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carol3san 4 years ago from Hollywood Florida

This is a wonderful story Beata Stasak. I'm so glad you shared this with us. Now I'm more confident (thanks to you) to publish a short story I wrote about a woman with breast cancer. I voted you up and interesting.


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stayingalivemoma 4 years ago from Tempe, Arizona

What a riveting story. I had to read it from start to finish! I love how you keep the reader engaged through the whole story. Excellent work! Voted up and beautiful.


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goego 4 years ago from Loserland

I think the picture poem is a hit


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubbers for taking time to read my long, long story about my city and life in it:)....happy that you managed not to get lost in its dark narrow streets and find me where nature meets the fringes of the city:)

One city so similar and yet so different to all other cities of the world:)


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34th Bomb Group 4 years ago from Western New York State

Wonderful/terrible?

Sublime/in your face?

Many more like the above...

Thank you


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

..our bitter and sweet life:)...just like you said, dear fellow hubber...thank you for stopping by:)


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34th Bomb Group 4 years ago from Western New York State

So my impression was spot on. You, however, turned it into an art form!

Thank you!


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Daisy Mariposa 4 years ago from Orange County (Southern California)

What beautiful writng!

I'm sorry that I didn't get to Western Australia when I visited your country. The farthest west I traveled was Uluru (Ayers Rock).


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BrightMeadow 4 years ago from a room of one's own

Wow! What a breath taking story. I was dizzy trying to keep up with the pace and the thread. I enjoyed the pay off at the end though. There were a lot of really great pix too. How long did it take you to write this story?


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yusefblack 4 years ago

Beata, this was a great read. Thank you!


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oceansnsunsets 4 years ago from The Midwest, USA

This was amazing, and very thought provoking. It really tugged at my heart. I loved all the photos you shared also. I like that...no more secrets.... I was so hoping things got better for the little boy at least.... very very special. thanks for sharing it.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubbers for your encouraging and very friendly comments, all your comments are very special to me:) As I said before one morning I had little bit more time on my hand so I ate my breakfast reading the daily newspaper from our city and just reading the headlines the story emmerged in my mind...that night I have quickly written it down and then edited it few days later...I am very impatient writer I write on a spurr of a moment whenever I find enough time do so:)

With the images it is a different story, I usually take a picture and reflect on it straight away...each of my photos has a story to tell:)


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Oh My this is so good.. I sat spell bound the whole time I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen.. excellent story and excellent writing.. Love the story,, I book marked it and I am following you .. I vote up and awesome...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear my Deborah, thank you for your visit and your encouraging comment, it means a lot to me..and come back again:)


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carolinemd21 4 years ago from Close to Heaven

I love your artistic mind Beata. Your hubs are so full of theories and questions. Gorgeous pictures as well.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it Caroline, yes, I see my poetry as a platform for questions asked, discussions started and maybe some answers found on the way as well...


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Just Ask Susan 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Beata, I loved this...I held onto every word throughout the entire story. Fantastic!!!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Susan, love you for that:)...THANK YOU...


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HendrikDB 4 years ago

Very good thanks! Excellent photos!


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stars439 4 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

Wonderful story, and enjoyed it. God Bless You Precious Heart.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Hendrik, happy your visit was worthwhile and come back again:)

Dear 'stars439', my heart just shines when it meets similarly shimmering heart somewhere else...and it met you:)


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bbnix 4 years ago from Southern California

What a beautiful hub...I so love your homeland photos, just beautiful...thank you for sharing, and you're poetry is perfectly balanced with your photos, as well..loved it...very nice, indeed, ....


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you enjoyed my combination of words and images, the things I enjoy to spend my pastime with the most...all the best my fellow hubber and thank you for visiting my page:)


kimberlyslyrics 4 years ago

I agree with BB all the way

voted up and sideways

he's a good follower also

bless

kimberly


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bbnix 4 years ago from Southern California

I'm very good at following one true love...hmmmmm, Kimberly....

Although I'll never be so bold as to speak for my own incredible Ms. StrongWill here, Beata, we're both obviously pleased to meet you (K's the brains, by the way) and we do enjoy your work...thanks again...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy to meet you both, K+B...you are both incredible:).... I have now two 'incredible followers' one can not ask for more, of course K is the one with brains, SHE IS THE WOMAN after all:)


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patnothe 4 years ago from Camagong, San Jose, Camarines Sur, Philippines

Thanks for COMING UP with A BEAUTIFUL POETRY.. It portrays many things about people...

I will be reading your hubs and learn from it...

Thanks!


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SanneL 4 years ago from Sweden

You truly have a flair to join words and images together by a common thread. You kept me hanging on to each and every word throughout the mesmerizing journey.

You are such a talented writer. Bless your creative mind!

Thanks!


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jravity1 4 years ago from bellevue, MI

That was very well done, and held my attention intently all the way through.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks my fellow hubbers for your encouraging comments wish you great time with hubbing wherever you are and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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Scribenet 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Beata...Your words are a meditation of life in a big city anywhere...multilayered and rich in meaning...full of the multitude of emotions we pass thru in life as well as the emotions that live in the people that pass by us each day. Thank you.


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SweetiePie 4 years ago from Southern California, USA

Australia's population might be growing, but it is still tiny compared to my state, California. We have 38 million people.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I know SweetiePie, and it is like this almost everywhere around the world, Australia was the last empty land until now...it doesn't mean it is a bad thing and we need to help when other places are already overcrowded, it is just that we are not prepared to share...not yet anyway....and also we have no infrastructure, not enough water, we live on sand...especially on the West:)

Thanks Scribenet for your kind words, all the best with hubbing and come back again:)


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Escapes 4 years ago

Awesome way to tell a story. You made the words become images immediately in my mind -- that's talent!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Welcome on my page, dear escapes and happy you find if worthwhile...looking forward to hear from you again:)


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Laura in Denver 4 years ago from Aurora

Thanks. This is a strange poem which I do not quite understand (having just work up on Sunday morning).

I have not published any of my poetry. Music lyrics, actually. Would like to record....


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

It is ok, Laura, we have all different style of writing and especially in poetry you rely heavily on your experience for the words to talk to you....maybe the experience of the city just like this one is foreign to you:)


bolt1951 4 years ago

Beata,

I understand this story like the back of my hands, I grew up in NYC, and things of this nature are common, as a matter fact I now reside in Delaware and things of this kind, are alsso common. These things, are things that are beyond my grasp of life. I always wondered, about the excuses? like I went through this or that as a youth, so now I do it to others. It absolutely baffles my mind, I would never mention what I would do if my children or grand children ever have an experience of such magnitude. For certain things in this world can be tolerated, however I draw the line right there. Than a part of me would be transformed into something from another demention.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear 'bolt', I have just finished reading 'White Teeth' by Zadie Smith, the rich tragicomedy of life of three cultures of three generations living in North London and I realised that my city, where I live is still a 'safe heaven' comparing what's happening there:)

And that was the exact feeling when I was writing my poem, my city, where I live peacefully for so long is dramatically expanding and changing to be one of those megacities...which is not necessarily bad thing but are we able to learn from mistakes of London, Edinburgh etc ...is it really so hard to accept cultural and generational differences and live in peace next to each other?

Are some people just bad and they like the idea of hiding in a big city as it is so hard to spot them there?

Too many questions and not enough answers...but you made me thinking about it again..thank you:)


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Movie Master 4 years ago from United Kingdom

Wow, what a powerful story, writing at it's best.

voted up/awesome


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Lapse 4 years ago from East Coast Rules

You have a style that flows well. Makes it easy to read and therefore enjoy. Very nice! ..voted up...


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carol3san 4 years ago from Hollywood Florida

I love your story. I can clearly see that you are an excellent writer. The pictures are beautiful too. love them. Voted up and interesting.


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freecampingaussie 4 years ago from Southern Spain

That was fascinating , I am originally from Wales then New Zealand so we were migrants so I am happy to have other migrants here & love mixing with people of every nationality .


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubbers for taking up on my invitation and finding your stay on my hubpage worhwhile, this last piece of my writing got mixed reviews from my fellow hubbers, as you see from comments, some loved and some just couldn't get it...I have a feeling that I should go back and re-edit, but I am just hopeless at that...what I love about writing is that hit of inspiration when you rush to put all your scattered images in your head down...I never look back, so I decided not to it this time around either...it is the best you get...like it or leave it:)....


ExoticHippieQueen 4 years ago

Can you keep a secret? This piece was quite long, yet had me reading along to see what happened. Voted up and interesting!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'hippiequeen' for your honest response, I have to learn to write shorter hubs, one of my writing goals for 2012, very hard one for me to achieve..just too many scattered thoughts and not enough 'paper'...ha,ha,ha


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Angela Kane 4 years ago from Las Vegas, Nevada

I love reading new stories. I have read a few of your other ones and they are very good. The pictures you posted in your article are really nice. Your hubs will be placed on my schedule for regular viewing.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear Angela for so quickly responding to my invitation and finding your visit worthwhile:)...writer's words are dead if there is no one to read them...thank you for bringing my words to life:)


MP50 4 years ago

To my new found friend. You truly are a very special human being. A lot of people can learn many good things from you. I am so happy to have found you. Voted up and then some.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks MP50, it is great to meet, here on hupages, your special words make me feel very special, although I am not different to other hubber out there...just sharing my 'scattered images in my head' all around...all year around...and happy it is useful for some:)


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whoisbid 4 years ago

Wow! What a glorious effort you made


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks 'wholsbid' happy 'my effort' paid off...all the best from Beata


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etower036 4 years ago from Helana

Excellent story. I love writing as well, and this story is very well written. Keep up the great work, and I look forward to reading more.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber-writer, writing is sharing and becomes alive only by another reader stopping by:)


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pstraubie48 4 years ago from sunny Florida

so many have secrets....but sometimes when shared there is power in the sharing...i am so glad you 'wrote on my wall'---i might have missed YOU. one of my dream places on my bucket list is Australia and I know now I would have to come to your part!!! WOW.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

You are welcome with open arms my fellow hubber - dreamer and traveller, happy you have stopped by and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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shwetha123 4 years ago

Beautiful story and very well written. Up and Interesting


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you 'shwetha' for stopping by and leaving your encouraging comment...all the best with hubbing and comenting...looking forward to hear from you again soon:)


stessily 4 years ago

Beata, I love this insight that you derived from the transformation in your father when, although ill, he was more himself and more at rest than at any other time probably in his life:

"The right words said at the right time in the way for the right reason can alter perceptions, dispel fears, offer comfort."

You have really shown the gifts which each day offers, and your style perfectly communicates the insights and messages of the spectrum of life in its audibility and inaudibility, visibility and invisibility.

Another breathtaking journey! As I travelled along this exploration, I kept thinking of one of your other hubs, "Scattered Images"; these two complement one another and are like Siamese twins in their conjoining flow.

Thank you for sharing your imagination, which is skillfully unfurled here.

Kind regards, Stessily


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you so much Stessily for your beautiful comment, I used to draw and paint before I have a carrier and a family to look after...I have missed my 'creative outlet' so much that I have decided to use pen and later key-board instead of paint brush and share my scattered images this way:) I paint with words and yet English is my third language so I am very happy when I get a good comment and I know readers are able to follow the thread of my thoughts...now I write expecting eagerly the communication...it is great to know that someone somewhere on the other side of the world understands and maybe fights every day battles similar to mine:)


stessily 4 years ago

Beata, You communicate abstract and concrete concepts equally well in English. That is quite an accomplishment in a language which, as you said, is your "third language"!

On the other side of the world, far from the land down under, I do encounter similar daily battles. Mine are often against principalities of thoughts (some of them my own, most of them firmly ensconced in the minds of others) which guard secrets and which seek to cover missed information. There are many realities in this universe but fear and greed establish their own distortions for their own ends.

It's a true creative talent to spin disparate threads together to clarify the beauty and peace which are often buried under chaos.

Thank you for sharing your imagination.

Kind regards, Stessily


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dadibobs 4 years ago from Manchester, England

Truly awesome piece. You really convey a slice of real life. I could imagine being there. How can poor Julia cope with everything she encounters?

Awesome and up :)


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Vellur 4 years ago from Dubai

An enthralling piece of excellent work. Voted up.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubbers in behalf of Julia as well, although she is just a fictional character, but I believe all of us in diferent times and places encounter many of her misfortunes on regular basis...how do we cope?....by sharing and learning from each other:)


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DrJez 4 years ago from Narara NSW Australia

Loved it!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Dr Jez...all the best to you wherever you are:)....


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Vonnavie Sanchez 4 years ago

Great! Love it!


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grandmapearl 4 years ago from Southern Tier New York State

Intertwining twists and turns that keep leading me further on; wonderful writing as always. You are truly gifted my friend! Don't ever stop letting your stories evolve as if they have a life of their own. That's what makes your writing so powerful, riveting and awesome!


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Kristeen 4 years ago from Michigan

Very interesting poetry Beata. I enjoyed it very much. I have a difficult time following poetry at times. Maybe that is because I am such a realist.

I was very surprised to see your name "Beata". I have an aging aunt named Beata and she is the only person I have ever know with that name. I love her dearly and when I saw your name of course it reminded me of her. She is in a nursing home now in Arizona which is 2000 miles from me so I don't get to see her. Her dimencia would keep her from knowing me, but that wouldn't stop me from visiting if I could.

Thanks for sharing your story/poem. Stay blessed!


femmeflashpoint 4 years ago

Beata,

Once I got started with this, I couldn't stop. I was glued to it from beginning to end. It's thoroughly fascinating and captivating.

You've put so many things, places and people in this and yet kept all of them touching a central point.

This was sad, and still beautiful.

femme


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you my fellow hubbers for your beautiful, enouraging and honest comments, I know I never stop writing because it helps me to become close to so many great individuals all across the world...creative writing is a very personal outlet, you need to open your heart and be honest with yourself and others, people respond to it and suddenly you know you are not alone...thank you again and looking forward to hear from you again...

Beata comes from latin and it means being 'blessed'...I am truly blessed to have so many genuine readers and followers:)


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annart 4 years ago from SW England

What a good idea for a narrative. Inspiring. I like the way two stories go side by side, pictorial with thoughts and descriptive with lots of different aspects. Great writer. Moving too. Voted up, beautiful and interesting.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much for your beautiful fan comment and also for your encouraging approval of my writings...looking forward to hear from you again...


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Felixedet2000 4 years ago from The Universe

Really this is a hub like no other i have ever seen.Thanks for this precise articulations of facts and secrets.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it Felix and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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leni sands 4 years ago from UK

OMG couldn't stop reading this nearly burnt our tea...riveting so many secrets, so much destruction...powerful words. You are such a good writer.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Sorry for the tea Leni, hope it was still nice, just as the genuine comment you left for me to read...thanks and come back again:)


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NessaMetharam 4 years ago from Manila, Philippines

A very powerful story. I seriously couldn't stop reading it. You are one good writer.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

That's a big praise, dear Nessa, especially when I don't consider myself to be a real writer at all:)


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Silent hurricane 4 years ago from Israel

This is amazing - very emotional and powerful story.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks my fellow hubber, words are very powerful tool if used in right place and in right time:)


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Capric222 4 years ago

I just wanted to let you know that you write beautifully! Thank you for sharing your writing. I'm looking forward to reading more of your hubs!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Capric, hope you like another of my hubs too...looking forward to hear from you soon...


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Rusticliving 4 years ago from California

What an amazing writer you are. You deep provoking thoughts that make you want to read more and see what is around the bend! Voting up!

Lisa ~RusticLiving


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

The art of writing restores my equilibrium and offers me peace of mind when 'my world is in turmoil', I am very happy that it is useful for my readers as well, thank my dear new follower for your kind response and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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Charu Bhatnagar 4 years ago from India

This was one lengthy piece. But its captivating still and thought provoking. nice.


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angie ashbourne 4 years ago

Hi! Beata Stasak Excellent work, I enjoyed the photos. Angie


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear followers for your patience to get through my 'lengthy piece' and still finding it engaging:)...there is nothing more I can ask for:)


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CloudExplorer 4 years ago from New York City

I enjoyed your efforts you made here, and especially the imagery, as well as the commentary underneath each, I followed them till the very end, and feel for your views on humanity as a whole,

I sense you want things to return to a natural way of life where you reside, and I also feel this way, hopefully in due time, once humanity comes to realize they've been going in directions that aren't conducive to us all. Someday I hope, but until then is nothing wrong with self expression like this, awesome hub.

Oh I surely can keep a secret, but that pedophile part was kind of scary to think about. I hope the Kangaroo survived, how did that woman fair off who had her moms disease & was it cancer, and did the pregnant woman change her diet for good, so her new born wouldn't come out premature. All thoughts to ponder on I guess, cool technique & approach to writing about true life situations, we all go through.

So far I read half of it through and through, but I must return for a double dosage later, thanks for sharing & for being so real.

Voted up on all levels indeed.


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CloudExplorer 4 years ago from New York City

This one is getting shared outside of hubpages for sure, wow. A powerful hub and awesome in every way, can't wait to finish reading it all.


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BlossomSB 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

That was an epic, but beautifully expressed. Thank you for such wonderful writing.


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thoughtfulgirl2 4 years ago from East Coast

Hmmm, I really liked the way this story weaved it's way through the city of your mind:) Kept my interest!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber for 'a big dose of encouraging comments', it encourages me to write more and more...my head is full of ideas just time is an issue:)


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Teresita Rivera 4 years ago from Palatine, Illinois

Interesting, intriguing. . . I never seem to be able to stop to catch my breath!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for your kind comment dear Teresita, all the best with hubbing and happy to hear from you again:)


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Thank you for not keeping this one a secret! I read top to bottom without even the time to look at the accompanying photos. I will go back to them now (at 0049 hours!) Your rugged individualism has an all encompassing empathy with all mankind. That is a truly Christian ethic. Fortunately your poem is a composite, for even one such day for any one person would be a lifetime of heartbreak for one with so much empathy as you obviously have. What are your other two languages? Beata must have the same Latin root as beatitudes. What a lovely connection to be reminded of each day.(Consummate bliss) It suits you well.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I have been born in Slovakia and spent my young adulthood years in Russia studying at prestigious University Russian literature and Art. Thank you for your kind comment, as I mentioned in one of my comments above, it is just a showcase from our modern time and in Julia (my fictional character) each of us may find little bit of self....the idea came to me after reading a daily newspaper from my city and realizing what has happened there in one day...one would think, tragedy is all around us, but maybe it is just because stories with happy endings do not sell...


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carter06 4 years ago from Cronulla NSW

Is it then a sign of the times that only tragic stories gain interest and ones with happy endings are passed over quickly and tossed in the corner? What a great idea for a story Beata

and such interesting twists, great work.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber, so true, there is much more happiness than tragedy in the world, but only the latest catch our eyes, just because we feel much more happier knowing that someone else is in bigger trouble than us...


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cleaner3 4 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

Wow, Beata, My name is Michael. My wife was recently diagnosed with cancer,but thank the lord she is a survivor, and a fighter. I have had a hardeer time dealing with losing my friend, soulmate and lifetime patrner than her. but This is reaaly strange that I went to this hub first when I went to read your work.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy dear Michael, that you stopped by and that my words 'talked to you' and reached your heart. Sometime our actions are mysterious even to ourselves. Some words have to be written so they may be read in the right time by the right people who need to hear them:) Thank you for stopping by, my dear fellow hubber and happy your visit was worthwhile of your time:)


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN

Very good story and photos, I am thankful that I found it and to you for writing it. Have a great day.


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Marcy Goodfleisch 4 years ago from Planet Earth

Fascinating hub - what a unique and compelling writing style! Voted up and awesome.


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greatstuff 4 years ago from Malaysia

Didn't realised Perth have so many hidden secrets. I was there before and didn't see the windmills and Curtin Detention Centre (near Curtin Uni?)Great hub and nice photos.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear fellow hubbers for your kind responses and hopefully you come back again:) Dear 'greatstuff', all the stories in my narrative poem happened in our city, I have found the information about them in our daily newspaper, I have just wanted to highlight the issue to make up 'a fictional character' and let us all to experience 'the hidden secrets' of our city through her eyes...all the places exist, but tell you the truth I don't really know the exact location:) Our city is very, very spread out...so in reality it would be very hard for one person to travel all these distances in one day...it was jut more of a metaphor of our time and our place:)


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sheilanewton 4 years ago from North Shields, UK

I was just glued to the page. What an awesome Hub, my new-found friend. The prose is exceptional - the images are fabulous -oooooh yesssss! Voted up, naturally.


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gmaoli 4 years ago from South Carolina

This is quite a unique story. I'm no expert on literature, but it seems to give a lot of different tales on what can happen to so many people's lives all in the course of a day. Even they create different events, each one of us is connected to their cause and effects in some way. Thanks for putting this together for us!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear fellow hubbers, it was an experiment ...an idea to sum up 'my city in one day' with all its good and bad...happy you liked it:)

I live in a beautiful place full of hope for future and a dark history, I am one of new migrants who just embrace his perfect paradise as a perfect home for my children, but I also realize that 'First Australians' suffered enormously here in the past, 50 thousands of Aboriginal children under age of 5 have been removed from their families in order to be assimilated into white population, many tribes have been wiped out and killed...Today they still struggle to live up to white expectations...today white Australians struggle also with welcoming desperate refugees who are washed on Australian endless white shores...I have come to realize that I live in a bitter and sweet paradise...the best I can do is write about all I see and experience in my adopted city:)


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lex123 4 years ago

What a beautiful story! And also the photographs! Really loved the hub.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear Lex for stopping by and I am ready for a visit too:)


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old albion 4 years ago from Lancashire. England.

I can only echo previous comments. A brilliant hub tugging at all emotions. First class. The photographs are beautiful and add so much to your efforts. Thank you!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you for stopping by and leaving me so encouriging comment, all the best with hubbing and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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penlady 4 years ago from Sacramento, CA

Such a beautiful poem and the pictures are breath taking! Thank you for sharing such visual beauty.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber, 'sometimes it requires a traveller, avid, child-in-herself awakended to highlight an aspect of landscape with a city in it, changing a local strangeness to commoplace'...the most remote capital city in Australia is no different to other cities all over the world....:)


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ananceleste 4 years ago from California

You are incredibly talented my friend, glad to follow you.

Blessings


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber for taking your time to stop by and very happy your 'travel with me through my city' fullfiled your expectation...there is nothing more a writer may ask for:)


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kingphilipIV 4 years ago from Iloilo, Philippines

You are incredibly great. I love your composition.. it is awesome. voted up!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber, it is always great to hear such a positive comment, happy to write, if there will be always someone so appreciative to read it:)


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clara kish@yahoo. 4 years ago from Mt. Perry. Ohio

Hello Beata, You have so many comments on your hub that I did not think I would ever get to the end to leave one.I kept wondering all the time how the little boy was and was glad at the end he had survived . Too bad there are so many men like that anymore .It is a lesson that our children are very precious and we have to be much more careful where they go and who they are with.I will be back later and read more of your masterpieces ,Bye now, clara


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, my dear Clara, that you find some time to stop by....'my so called masterpieces' are just little observations from my part of the world...by sharing our thoughts and experience we can keep each other happy and safe:)


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Darkproxy 4 years ago from Ohio

you're a good poet, nothing I have is this long


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, dear Darkproxy, if the length of poem counts, I am surely poet, ha,ha,ha...working so hard to cut out 'bits and pieces' out and it is still loooong, grateful for patience of my fellow hubbers so I can get away with it:)


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traslochimilano 4 years ago from USA

Beautiful poem with awesome images. I like it votes up


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, 'traslochimilano' for stopping by and very happy your visit was not a waste of time:)


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Darkproxy 4 years ago from Ohio

as a poet myself all my work is to short for the site specifically Generation Why


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

It is always better to write less and say more:) I have to practise more to be able to do it:)


iamaudraleigh 4 years ago

From all of the wonderful feedback I believe we all think you are a great witer! This would make a good movie too! Voted up this powerful piece!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Too long for a poem, too short for a movie, ha,ha,ha....I am just a little hubber who likes to write when there is spare time (when everyone else sleeps in my house:)...then my imagination travels far and wide and I am just a scribbler who tries to write it all down:)...all the best to you, my fellow hubber and thank you for your encouragement:)


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Epic indeed!


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sammimills 4 years ago from California, USA

Excellent writing! I enjoyed reading it and you got stunning photos. It's just amazing. :D Voting this one Up!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Rahul and Sammi, it is great to meet so many warm and friendly people up here, one can feel a real writer here:) B


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Lorenzo27 3 years ago from Pistoia, Italy

Amazing story... So beautiful. Voted up and awesome!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, Lorenzo for stopping by and greetings to Italy:)


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Twilight Lawns 2 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

An amazing and beautifully constructed hub. Thank you.

This is a Perth that I only "selectively" know. It is a Perth that was beginning to be created when I lived there, and there are parts of its construction of which I am ashamed.

Being a "New Australian" as we were then called, I experienced a little of the mistrusts and antipathy with which the established "Ausies" greeted newcomers. But I was the right colour and spoke roughly the same language, so soon fitted in. Would you believe that when I lived there, I can remember seeing maybe half a dozen Aborigines in the city, although I did teach two Aborigine boys when I taught South of the River.

In Moora, however, I realised that something was definitely not right... and how things have become worse.

Sorry. I am rambling, and this is your hub.

Thank you once again, for opening my eyes.

Ian


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Beata Stasak 2 years ago from Western Australia Author

I still teach south of the river dear Ian and have no Aboriginal kids to teach, yes there is definitelly lots of wrong with our place, but it is with every place we migrate to or we have been born to I guess, I have migrated from the Eastern Europe nearly twenty years ago and I am also the right colour, but my English is still foreign, you can say:) I have finally fitted in, took me some time...thank you for your rambling, like sharing:) All the best from Beata


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Twilight Lawns 2 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

I first taught in Floreat Park and after a year went to Millen. A huge step in the kind of children and parents, but the two Aborigine boys I taught at Millen are still in my mind as examples of everything that Perth was capable of.

Kenneth was one of the most intelligent and hard working children I taught in W.A. and the other, Peter, although only about ten years of ages, as was the Kenneth, was as tall as the average adult male, with the most beautiful shape and such a great athlete.

Alike as chalk and cheese, but superb Human Beings.


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Beata Stasak 2 years ago from Western Australia Author

I have taught one Aboriginal boy as well way back in another school his name was Fabian and he was of similar age, very intelligent and athletic as well, after few years his family decided to move from the metropolitan area back to the place of their origin close to Broome and last I heard he dropped of school and got into trouble...the same old story, what to do...I don't know who is there to blame...

Writing a story about another student of mine although from different culture, maybe you are interested: http://bittersweetbeata.blogspot.com

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