My Island Home is Waiting for Me: the Dreaming Festival and Archipelago Australia
2007; Taylor & Francis; Volume: 21; Issue: 4 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1080/10304310701630019
ISSN1469-3666
Autores Tópico(s)Island Studies and Pacific Affairs
ResumoIt’s raining in sunny Queensland. Rain wasn’t on my mind when I left wintry Sydney, then I was wondering: why so many Indigenous festivals now? what are they doing? where did they come from? to what effect? Having fled a chilly Sydney mid-morning, I arrive Friday afternoon (Day 1 of the Dreaming Festival): after an easy one-hour flight to Brisbane, a clean and surprisingly on time train to Caboolture, a local school bus to Woodford, I share Woodford’s only taxi to the festival grounds. My companions are a motley crew, only later do I appreciate that they are somewhat representative of the festivalgoer. John from Nambour, taciturn to the point of almost mute, is meeting up with his young family; Eddie is an engaging, well-traveled Brisbane based, Ethiopian born, security guard working at the festival; 20-year-old Sebastian, who spreads warmth and acceptance like a northern Queensland winter sun and looks like a suntanned angel, is working as a volunteer. Everyone is impressed that I’ve come from Sydney, bestowing upon me the valued status of the most traveled. Kate, the taxi driver, is like one of
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