I stumbled upon - south Australia, remote.
It was empty, I was looking through the drawers.
They were empty too, but lined with newspaper.
August 8, 1952. Less than a month after I was born.
Ron came by on a quad. Check shirt, shorts, beard, blond grey hair in a ponytail - I said I'm sorry, I didn't know it was anybody's place.
We went back to his house. His three boys, my two girls, me and Ron,
at the table.
The youngest boy brought some falafel, and olives around.
The kids were talking, I leaned to Ron, said so what's your trade ?
Laying down roadbase or something like that ?
He stood up and walked behind me.
We took it outside, and walked along a footpath under trees,
he said : I'm afraid of myself, how much I hate you, I'm afraid of my answer.