My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky. My grandfather said that Tina sounds cheap. Granddad was a tall broad shouldered man with a face half-hidden in a shiny white beard.
People took notice of him. My parents are migrants; they were brought to Australia as children so they grew up as Australians but I suppose they are still migrants. I wonder when a person stops being a migrant. I was born in Australia, I do not speak anything but English so I could hardly be called a migrant. If you choose to live in a foreign country, you have to become one of them.
You re-establish yourself faster if you forget about nationality and politics, said my grandfather. He said that no particular nation or social order is better than the other. People take for themselves what they can get away with.
First they fight for power and wealth and then they fight for peace so they can keep what they took. I sometimes wonder what nationality really means because migrants clutch to it, some even dig into their origins to find their identity.
I suppose they have to, cutting themselves away as they did; they have to attach themselves to something. It is different for me, of course; I have my family here. After my grandfather died Nan sold her big house and moved into the granny flat next to us. I have no idea why Nan likes me better than her other grandchildren but she does. Maybe she wants me to live her life for her. I finished high school and was accepted to Teachers College.
