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◉ 078 | A head full of lice

We moved from Croatia
to Australia.
Soon after,
we felt Perth wasn’t
the city for us.
We decided to move
to Melbourne.
We’d already moved
to the other side of the globe.
How hard could it be
to get from the west coast
to the east?
We loved our Honda
and didn’t want to go through
another car loan.
We could put it on the train
for $700
and fly to Melbourne.
The same train service
from Melbourne to Perth
cost $2,000.
Of course I asked why.
Most goods went west,
I was told.
Going east,
the trains were pretty much empty.
It was a long way to Melbourne.
About 3,400 km
if we went straight there.
A round trip
would’ve been too much.
But we knew
this was a one-way trip.
We’d flown into Perth
from Europe.
We were in Australia,
but we had very little idea
what the rest of it looked like.
Let’s see the real Australia,
we thought.
So we drove across
the Nullarbor Plain.
Luka was four.
Jakov was one.
A DVD player
with two screens
was a smart buy.
Eight days of wandering
and 4,200 km later,
we arrived in Melbourne.
Maja had found us a place
in Brunswick West
where we stayed
for the next two weeks.
It was a magical place,
somewhat spiritual.
The owners left us a note
saying we could use the PlayStation
and jump on the trampoline
in the backyard.
Not a bad welcome
to the east coast,
we thought.
We’d quit our jobs
back in Perth
and the money
was running low.
We couldn’t find work.
We couldn’t find a place to live.
We couldn’t afford
a few more weeks
of short-stay accommodation.
So we called
teta Marija and barba Krešo.
My uncle had given me
their number back in Croatia.
We were roughed up
from our voyage.
They took us in
and gave us everything
we needed at that moment.
A lot of warmth.
And Croatian food.
Soon it felt like
we were part of the family.
And what did we give them
in return?
Four heads full of lice
we’d picked up
in that magical place.
We had to tell them.

P.S. Teta Marija and barba Krešo—we are forever grateful.
Pictures and words by Anton

