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In 1965 my parents took me to the Benalla railway station and covered a nametag on his lapel jacket with instructions to travel safely guide me through the summer holiday camps in Anglesea, established a summer camp for migrant children. That child I was a child migrant, WOG, with new blood bolt of Australia, country boy. My parents fled the putrid atmosphere of race hatred in South Africa in 1962, crossed Indian Ocean and landed a large ocean liner in the lucky country in the framework. Never looked back, although my sister came to spend time with our grandfather fragile. Our new life and the memories continued to develop protected windows burglar, fire, sirens and constant feeling of being frightened by invisible spirits gradually erased from the mind, as new experiences seized friendly, so I learned the power of positive to negative, good over evil. As man with hate tattooed on the knuckles of one hand and the love for the other shows how love conquers hate. Now I was learning the first lessons in the art of crossing cultures, something repeated countless times throughout my life. "

I desperately wanted to dispel the ugly memories of violent actions between humans and the spiral in the degradation of that plunder another's rights is to live by their beliefs. My parents always warned against harboring such thoughts of racial hatred to always show respect to elders regardless of race, color or creed, and as sure as there is evil in us all, so it's not good. One should look good in man and fellow judge accordingly.

So I enjoyed a warm relationship happy with indigenous women who stopped taking a drink over the long slope up to their slum. Sitting under a large silky oak tree in front of our house, my mother gave them large pieces of bread white with lashings of strawberry jam accompanied by enamel cups full of hot black tea. I would like to make my entrance and soon affectionately stroked these women with breasts too big black bra and rear mass, but gladly gave me a toy doll, tingling and chattering in Zulu and broken English. I loved the warmth of their huge bodies, I felt safe and great love for these black ladies with no name.

Childhood experiences relevant to bare the rest of his life. The things you learn, getting their fingers burnt, losing the bait the hook and the big fish escape, winning at marbles, hitting a six off the half the bat. The instincts that help to overcome the uncertainty and fear kept at bay, but when they meet at the beginning of confidence sets the stage for future action, instinctively know how to navigate an unknown destination without the help of parents, learn to buy food and cook over a fire, winning a boxing match at the Police Club children without getting a nosebleed. All the experiences that promote trust, is like investing in the future, building a foundation through instinct. You becomes strong, intuitive and in tune with the life around you.

Quite frankly it's almost like having a sixth sense, an early warning device that provides an alarm and a voice whispering inside your head says danger, so we instinctively listen to the warnings and take steps to avoid potential dangers.

By itself into a platform to fend for myself did not cause fear or sadness that my parents are out of sight, I did not feel the loss, the excitement only the journey of life ahead. Trust constructed a fortress in my mind, holding off the danger. At the age of twelve young people eager to learn to deal with the big bad world, lay the groundwork for the rest of my life, the development of an invisible map that only I new where X marks the spot, no challenge is too great, no duress, anyone pull the reins on me, released by a dogmatic determination to seek adventure, discover, conquer, learn, grow and change as the changing tides of the ocean, the wind in the trees, the sand in a desert storm, the river that snakes its way to the sea, constantly growing forward, never looking back.

A Once my parents had finally overcome the deck took my identification card and travel instructions and threw the paper hopes that this information was not necessary for me to complete the long journey ahead.

My leather bag at his feet and a calico bag over my shoulder Tweed jacket and tie. Analyzed the far horizon and beyond, the black smoke billowed from the chimney of the steam train to pull the South Araure maneuver closer to the beginning of my new adventure. Era like a dream I had dreamed a thousand times, a boy on a platform, waiting for a train to take him to new heights, away through the division, which covers large rivers, traversing mountain passes, gaining speed through the open plains, covered with grass, watching the horses gallop alongside, the sun shining on water lakes, snow coated mountains. All imagery of dreams, fairy tales, picture books and postcards come together, imaginations all the boys wild "

My leather case into the mic stand and Samsonite over my shoulder checked the station platform in Chippenham on the main line from London Paddington. Had no smoke from the chimneys of the engine, or to maneuver, the steam engine was traded for diesel electric power and discovering high speed down to the sound of screaming engines mass. The train does not take me south to Anglesey, rather than east to London Paddington. I was far from my childhood world in Australia, now residing in England and about to embark on another journey by train.

When I saw my position on the status of platform, my wool coat and tie, my leather case and shoulder bag, the feeling of high expectation, confidence and joy, ironically, mimicking in many ways standing on a platform similar clothes in another life, travel bags and posture of waiting patiently for the steam train to take me to Sea Angulo. A child's journey began to adulthood.

In two hours Cressida Bell will meet with a renowned textile designer. My goal was to negotiate the purchase, copyright and licensing agreements to produce a number of textile patterns. Once this was completed I would be in the fortunate position to manufacture new silk tie designs under the name of Patrick McMurray. This would give me proper grounding in the complexities of licensing for future reference. And the exclusivity award in the patterns of textiles with the authorization and signature of a well connected artist based in London.

It was a perfect plan, and walking in the comfortable quiet railroad cars, which accelerated throughout the English countryside more and more to my destination, the foundation of trust was more resistant to collapse and supported by his instinct. All learning from my childhood. It seemed like so long ago, but again the things I'm doing now, like things first I did as a kid, so I still have a childlike innocence and fear motivation.

As the train negotiated a long sweeping curve that caught my the first glimpses of the steel arch trusses from London Paddington Station and felt a rush of excitement in the pit of my stomach. The same was experienced forty three years ago, entering the greatness of Spencer Street Station Melbourne on board the steam-driven Araure South. I'm still fulfilling the dreams of child hood.

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