ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing»
  • Poems & Poetry

One day in one city

Updated on November 25, 2011

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...

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia

      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

    • Twilight Lawns profile image

      Twilight Lawns 4 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia

      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

    • Twilight Lawns profile image

      Twilight Lawns 4 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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • Lorenzo27 profile image

      Lorenzo27 4 years ago from Pistoia, Italy

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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

    • sammimills profile image

      sammimills 5 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!

    • rahul0324 profile image

      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      Epic indeed!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • profile image

      iamaudraleigh 5 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!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • Darkproxy profile image

      Darkproxy 5 years ago from Ohio

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • traslochimilano profile image

      traslochimilano 5 years ago from USA

      Beautiful poem with awesome images. I like it votes up

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • Darkproxy profile image

      Darkproxy 5 years ago from Ohio

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • clara kish@yahoo. profile image

      Clara Kish 5 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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • kingphilipIV profile image

      Ramphil Basco 5 years ago from Iloilo, Philippines

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • ananceleste profile image

      Anan Celeste 5 years ago from California

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

      Blessings

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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....:)

    • penlady profile image

      penlady 5 years ago from Sacramento, CA

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • old albion profile image

      Graham Lee 5 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!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • lex123 profile image

      lex123 5 years ago

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • gmaoli profile image

      Gianandrea Maoli 5 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!

    • sheilanewton profile image

      sheilanewton 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • greatstuff profile image

      Mazlan 5 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.

    • Marcy Goodfleisch profile image

      Marcy Goodfleisch 5 years ago from Planet Earth

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

    • dmop profile image

      dmop 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • cleaner3 profile image

      cleaner3 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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...

    • carter06 profile image

      Mary 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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...

    • Perspycacious profile image

      Demas W Jasper 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • Teresita Rivera profile image

      Teresita Rivera 5 years ago from Palatine, Illinois

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • thoughtfulgirl2 profile image

      thoughtfulgirl2 5 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!

    • BlossomSB profile image

      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 5 years ago from Victoria, Australia

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

    • CloudExplorer profile image

      Mike Pugh 5 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.

    • CloudExplorer profile image

      Mike Pugh 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • angie ashbourne profile image

      angie ashbourne 5 years ago

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

    • Charu Bhatnagar profile image

      Charu Bhatnagar 5 years ago from India

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • Rusticliving profile image

      Elizabeth Rayen 5 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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • Capric222 profile image

      Capric222 5 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!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • Silent hurricane profile image

      Silent hurricane 5 years ago from Israel

      This is amazing - very emotional and powerful story.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • NessaMetharam profile image

      NessaMetharam 5 years ago from Manila, Philippines

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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • leni sands profile image

      Leni Sands 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • Felixedet2000 profile image

      Felixedet2000 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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...

    • annart profile image

      Ann Carr 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • profile image

      femmeflashpoint 5 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

    • Kristeen profile image

      Christine 5 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!

    • grandmapearl profile image

      Connie Smith 5 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!

    • Vonnavie Sanchez profile image

      Vonnavie Sanchez 5 years ago

      Great! Love it!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • DrJez profile image

      DrJez 5 years ago from Narara NSW Australia

      Loved it!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • Vellur profile image

      Nithya Venkat 5 years ago from Dubai

      An enthralling piece of excellent work. Voted up.

    • dadibobs profile image

      dadibobs 5 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 :)

    • profile image

      stessily 5 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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • profile image

      stessily 5 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

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • shwetha123 profile image

      Shwetha Shetty 5 years ago

      Beautiful story and very well written. Up and Interesting

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • pstraubie48 profile image

      Patricia Scott 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • etower036 profile image

      etower036 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

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

    • whoisbid profile image

      whoisbid 5 years ago

      Wow! What a glorious effort you made

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • profile image

      MP50 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • Angela Kane profile image

      Angela Kane 5 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.

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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

    • profile image

      ExoticHippieQueen 5 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!

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)....

    • freecampingaussie profile image

      freecampingaussie 5 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 .

    • carol3san profile image

      Carolyn Sands 5 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.

    • Lapse profile image

      Lapse 5 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...

    • Movie Master profile image

      Movie Master 5 years ago from United Kingdom

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

      voted up/awesome

    • Beata Stasak profile image
      Author

      Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

      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:)

    • profile image

      bolt1951 5 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.