My grandparents on my mothers side were Australian, they moved to New Zealand before the war and my grand dad joined the New Zealand army. He fought in the Pacific and in North Africa and India. I always thought that was a hell of a thing to be prepared to die fighting for another country. After I finished film school I moved to Oz to see what I would make of the place. I ended up living in Australia for 6 years and now I have a lot of Australian friends. It doesnt feel like home but I guess the place is kind of in my blood.
Not so long ago while I was back for a visit, I went to the Flinders Ranges in South Australia for the first time. It was the first time I really felt what was going to become a familiar feeling while traveling further afield from the great Australian cities: the place feels old, ancient beyond imagining. You could go to sleep for 10,000 years and wake up and nothing would have changed.