The way you describe New Zealanad (sorry aorta'ror'o'a'a'a) here and elsewhere I'm surprised you're not all streaming across the Tasman in SMaLl BOatS to avail yourselves of Australia's GEneROuS AsYLum PRoGRam.
No no it's probably about right, give or take a million New Zealanders in the first stat...
Here's a genuine question for ya: do you think it's fair that New Zealanders can get the dole, free health care etc. in Australia (and vice versa but that's irrelevant really)?
No way I could read this without Loreena McKennitt’s amazing musical version of The Highwayman in my head. If you haven’t heard it, go find it. I think you’d appreciate it. Your stories deserve an epic soundtrack.
Stunning writing and a desperate story. My husband experienced something very similar in the UK and while I know boarding school pity is not coming thick and fast from anywhere anytime soon, I have always thought it sounded shit for the boys.
Was it more your mother's or your father's decision? Fable tells of tweedy English women, flushed from camping in Europe all summer, dressed for the sober occasion in carefully twin-setting pearls but breaking down as father forces the kid and his trunk into a bunk.
In another era it sounds like you’d have been a cuirassier. I read a bit of French history and your experience sounds a lot like the old military schools in Napoleonic France.
Jesus man
The way you describe New Zealanad (sorry aorta'ror'o'a'a'a) here and elsewhere I'm surprised you're not all streaming across the Tasman in SMaLl BOatS to avail yourselves of Australia's GEneROuS AsYLum PRoGRam.
GRIM
We just take a plane...
700K NZers live in Australia.
there are 4 Auzies in NZ.
Its the promised land... I begin my journey there from the story - Operation Finnish Princess :)
"700K NZers live in Australia.
there are 4 Auzies in NZ."
SOURCE?!
No no it's probably about right, give or take a million New Zealanders in the first stat...
Here's a genuine question for ya: do you think it's fair that New Zealanders can get the dole, free health care etc. in Australia (and vice versa but that's irrelevant really)?
I dont know. I think very little in life is fair.
I have always been an immigrant - grinding it out on my leather ass.
But back in my day ( 1999 - I just wanted to earn the nice plastic auzzie money and chase hot auzzie girls.
Most NZ gals are pretty rough in comparison. No tan.
Bad teeth. Shit attitude.
I go into this in depth in my Series Operation Finish Princess.
I read it; it's a good series
Australian chixxx are not what they were, believe me. You had a good run at the right time.
No way I could read this without Loreena McKennitt’s amazing musical version of The Highwayman in my head. If you haven’t heard it, go find it. I think you’d appreciate it. Your stories deserve an epic soundtrack.
on occasion will mention similar stuff per feral orphan catholic & extreme slow learner - but could ‘read like birds fly & like fish can swim
I’ve little sympathy for you or expect any in return .. why would i say that ? It’s that we’re both ‘survivors - just different details & pathways
You can pull this insanely wild assed stuff out from the past like I can.. and you’ve a unique ‘voice & style for doin it ! That’s Way Rare !
Look at it this way bro.. how many here are ridin high on Subscriber ‘dopamine while writin scary shit .. but it’s just their FICTION !
Keep it coming.
Stunning writing and a desperate story. My husband experienced something very similar in the UK and while I know boarding school pity is not coming thick and fast from anywhere anytime soon, I have always thought it sounded shit for the boys.
It was pretty shit... however... I likely would never have mentally evolved to the point Im at now without such privation...
I think even though it was brutal.... getting no attention or help in a room of 50 kids while being allowed to slowly go to pieces... is worse...
Its the old adage... the child prefers strict attentive parents over parents who are absent and uncaring :)
Was it more your mother's or your father's decision? Fable tells of tweedy English women, flushed from camping in Europe all summer, dressed for the sober occasion in carefully twin-setting pearls but breaking down as father forces the kid and his trunk into a bunk.
My mother dropped me off and went to india to live in as ashram for two years.
Winning :)
I am very sorry to hear this. Not Rajneesh by any chance?
No... It was up at the top of the Gangees... cant rememeber the name ...
In another era it sounds like you’d have been a cuirassier. I read a bit of French history and your experience sounds a lot like the old military schools in Napoleonic France.
It gets worse... Ill post the next episode soon.
Wow! Nice one!