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I'm supposed to be...
a fully initiated woman.
But that...
knowledge, that memory is gone.
The rain...
will soon be here.
The boy...
the boy, the boy (the beast's mantra)
Behind me the child screams for help, for his mother...
but my body is deaf to him.
But all I can think about...
is solitude (the boy)
Mourning...
a life gone barren (Ellie, Johno's wife)
"If anyone sees it...
Leave it. I'll shoot the bastard"
He is...
tired of being the "The Boy".
You will not...
follow in my footsteps.
The light that shone...
in his fathers eyes whenever he spoke of the bush and the stock camps.
He wants...
his own stories
A soundtrack...
to those beasts from my own past.
But don't worry...
you got it easy, you're a whitefella.
I felt something lift from me...
I felt a freedom. But strangely, it was a feeling beyond happiness. I felt...nothing.
Thunder still ringing in the air...
then he notices it. The bull.
It's our...
memories that make us.
This country, these hills you see;
this is my mother's country, and her mother's country too.
In shocking silence...
man and horse and bull stare at each other.
The terrible thing about memories...
and the good thing too I suppose, is that they stay with you.
I wonder, though, how they...
could ever have imagined that they had authority over the people's memories.
The spirit...
is still here. We are still here.
They tried...
to belt the memory out of her.
They no longer...
knew their place in the world.
They would do anything...
to try and connect with their people.
We were completely...
powerless you see, we'd been taught that we had no rights.
The authorities were...
desperate to get rid of us.
I reckon...
they were afraid of us.
and led by the beast...
into a world of remembering.
The next day...
he took me to a place of wonder and dreams.
I was in awe of him...
and perhaps for the first time ever actually told myself that I wanted to be him.
But I couldn't say anything...
I was sort of...removed...in adoration of a man I couldn't quite trust.
Something extraordinary...
something profound - lodged itself inside me.