'Meeting Antigone Kefala back in 1980 was like a breath of fresh air in an atmosphere of cultural confusion in which I was living at the time. Although I had been in Australia for 10 years then, I was still struggling to adjust to the new way of life. Looking back to the 1970s, I can now say that my early years as a migrant can be summarised as a struggle for cultural identity in an environment of conflicting values. It all amounted to living in a cultural void which offered neither a sense of belonging nor a sense of direction.' (Introduction)