'I wake up too early that morning and have to wait for my father to leave. From my bedroom I can hear him putting on his fake Aussie accent, the one he's had to practice in order to make friends with the other butchers. I miss Pa's old Dutch accent, back before we came to Bomba, back when people called him Ferdinand. Now his name is Fred and his Australian slang is so much rougher and so are his hands and so is his smile...' (Publication abstract)