Growing up in the heart of Sydney, in Australia, in the early 50s, meant not only witnessing returned soldiers who had been disabled somehow, somewhere in the world during WW2 but realising that the military uniforms they still wore meant there were hidden stories behind the empty sleeves and trouser legs pinned tidily up...
16. The Workshop – Ko Kasi Kuruman
Fervent jazz enthusiasts meet regularly to socialise and play their favourite musicians. I was lucky enough to meet them. I felt like I was back in New Orleans, except they only play instruments for provincial get togethers. To socialise, it’s just CDs....