Cirrus@Austlit

'The first question. Why European thinking — again? My exchange with Europe goes back to the beginning: my father fled the country of his birth — the Netherlands — before the dust could settle after World War II. As a young boy, he was a direct witness to fatal military conflict in the streets of his own neighbourhood. As a teenager, he and 4.5 million of his compatriots nearly starved to death in the Hongenvinter (hunger winter) of 1944-45. At the age of twenty-one, mostly recovered from .1 mild dose of polio, he left for Australia on the SMN Gaasterkerk with a work ticket for a job in a state-run native-plant nursery in Sydney's West Pennant I fills. In a letter written in July 1952 to his mother back home in The Hague, he says: 'The guys working at the nursery are "good blokes", real Australians: the only problem is they are not easy to understand.' ' (Introduction)