Sometime in September last year I went to Sydney for an assignment and had the chance to chat with several immigrants who had obtained Australian citizenship.
One of them, a taxi driver from Peru, told me Australia was a strange country. “It’s a big country but most of it are deserts,” he said.
On my flight back to Malaysia, his words came to my mind as I looked down from the plane’s window and saw hundreds of miles upon hundreds of miles of deserts. It took the Boeing 747 nearly three hours to fly across the desert.
A strange country, indeed. And strange leaf, this one.
