Australian Dream

Missing you.

You've been away for four days and I am missing you.
Life has not drifted away as peaceful as I expected. Of course, I have not heard from you since you left, and I was sure I would not. You left me stuck at Bo's as you went away. Don't want to be bothered during your few days out of work. I know I am still related to work in your mind.
That makes me realize once more that my days in your company are counted. You've got it all in your hands and there is nothing else I can do.
Pierre had a few crises of his own and I had to cope with them. No little help from you.
Things are going better today. I have received a most expected mail from Paul in Sydney. The man writes very nicely. I would like to meet him one of these days. He wanted me to send him the brochures of the Gannat festival. I hope he will be pleased with them and that will induce him to dig further on into the project. At times I thought I would have to go Alice Springs to negociate the contract and I fear the new technologies will not make that useful. The manager of that festival speaks English according to Georges and I won't be of any use this way.
And, for sure, they won't pay me the plane ticket to fulfil my dream of going back to the land of Aussies.
But this was good news anyway.
I have got no reply from Georges after my having mailed him the news. Well, I must be patient again.
Oh, "You're Beautiful" by james Blunt on the Alice Springs radio at the moment.
"But it's time to face the truth, I 'll never be with you", sings the boy.
I hope this won't be the title of a next chapter in this blog. Who knows!
I read a detective novel taking place near Perth and I have started to read "A Town like Alice".It starts with the mention of Perth. Your ancestor landed in Perth at the end of the ninethieth century and that's where your sister actually lives. Why all I come across these days is about Perth ?
Is it an omen again. If only it was a good one.
I had planned to go Perth for a change on leaving Australia. The man at the reception of the golf club was there a few years ago and has advised me to visit that town. He evn said I should fly there when being in Alice Springs. I didn't have time and didn't want to leave the town of my heart. But a trip to Darwin all the way south to Perth would be a good idea if only Pierre could gather the money for it. That is less sure and it despairs me.
I could plan everything on the web. No use relying on Seb now. He has not answered my mails and should be on his way to Australia by now.
I don't understand what's the matter with the two brothers. We shared the love for Australia and our conversations were all about the country, our hopes on going back there.
Patrick said tome he was trying to become deputy for South Australia and Northern Territory by the town hall over here. He said he would not forget me and wanted me to join in the project.
Why this silence all of a sudden.
Pierre is so angry he doesn't want to hear from them anew.
I am sad for Liz is not keeping touch with me as she promised on leaving Alice Springs for Sydney. You will certainly meet her if you have not already.
The parcel has arrived in Australia on October 30th, but God only knows where it is by now. I fear it might be stuck in the customs and I am wondering if the clay in the keyholder has not puzzled the customs officers.It was silly sending it. I should have remembered how strict they are on imported goods. Australia has funny customs registration laws. I had such a big problem with these two biscuits. I could not even remember buying that box at the Hong Kong airport.
My explanations did not seem to convince the officer. He couldn't understand that we had been travelling on three days and that I was so tired my brains were not fit enough to rememeber two unfortunate biscuits left over in a box we bought mostly to kill time at the airport.
Well, that's how it is over there. Three days travelling to get there and customs officers scanning your luggage for two uneaten biscuits.
I love you Australia and I miss my Scruffy Beard from DownUnder.
Please come back soon. May be, on next Friday...