Just when I think I have absolutely no more emotion to express about the bush fire victims and survivors, I find I have more.
Just two little things set me off, one was a letter in the newspaper from some young people at an indigenous school in West Australia. They expressed their empathy deeply for the victims and survivors of our fires, both human and animal and wrote the letter to our Victorian newspaper to tell us. What sweet kids.
Papua New Guinea is a small island to our north, which has been controlled by Germany, England, almost Japan and us and is now supposedly independent, even though we prop it up with our dollars. It is a corrupt and very poor country. Yet the locals in a highland tribal village (obviously one with electric and tv) managed to raise a whole $6,000 to contribute to bush fire survivors. I heard some of the money was raised by car washing. What? They have cars there? I reckon each of these dollars is worth about one thousand dollars of our money.
With no one to discuss the fires with much, ok I did not seek them out, and R and I weren't exactly bosom buddies for the week after the fires for unrelated reasons (put it down to me who worked in 46 deg heat and may have been a bit snappy), I have very much struggled to accept how this disaster happened. People sitting in their houses, watching tv and trying to stay cool with the blinds all drawn caught unaware with no warning. People who had meticulously and expensively prepared their property for a bushfire event, totally failed and died.
There, I think I have ridded myself of some pain.