I got into a car with a stranger. I was five years old and temporarily deaf. I remember now getting off the school bus, at the corner of our street, then running across the bitumen road. It was on Lawson Crescent, in Orange, that I got into the stranger's car. I'd tripped over in the middle of the road and gashed my leg, I think. This car was coming down the street at the same time. It was almost as if the car, not the stranger, actually "saw me" as I lay there in the road, or had I got up by then. The stranger's car stopped next to me on the road. The stranger asked me where I was going? I said I was going home. Meanwhile, on the front doorstep of our house, only a few houses down the street my mother, who'd been waiting for me to arrive, watched with perhaps a mixture of horror and surreality (it was a hot day, the blue in the sky had vanished, leaving behind this white hot pressure combining with the bitumen road, covered with small sharp stones and balls o...
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11. to have the strong believe Gouda cheese is Australian
I will have to think about this request, because as you and I both know, the truth about Gouda is that it was invented in Australia thousands of years ago and then discovered by Abel Tasman, who took it back to Holland and conveniently re-named it "Gouda", after a small town there. Since then the rest of the world has believed this incredible Australian cheese to be Dutch. Clearly there is little or no justice in the world.