Travelling can be a very solitary experience; you’re a foreigner in an alien landscape, you’re uncertain, fascinated and alone. A simple gesture of hospitality can be at once liberating and an opportunity to reflect on what it might be like to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.
Film and memory are blurred constructs; they are the subjective realities that become our objective realities or at least the measures that we contextualise our place in this world by. Friendship, however fluid, endures.
In World War II thousands of Australian woman chose to carry the battle by shouldering the workload that resulted from the absence of male agricultural workers who had gone off to fight on foreign fields. This is the story of one of those women.
Andrea was a good girl, she prayed and took communion, but life has a funny way of turning full circle. Where the ends meet is what really matters, but it’s the middle that everybody talks about.
What’s it like growing up in a world where you are not quite black and not quite white – Coloured in fact. Well Olive’s child knows just what it’s like.
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