This untitled sequel sits on my computer. The folder, book three awaits me. Again I find myself, with more questions than answers. Fortunately, Schicksal has taught me about researching. For now, I am remembering the details of a migrant’s life.

In time I shall pen it.

My parents came to Australia after WWII. My father a Displaced Person, could not return to his native Yugoslavia. The fall of the Reich saw him in Germany free but stripped of all he was. His identity, homeland, family and dreams lay in the infertile German soil.

He waited, praying the insanity that had gripped Europe during the years of the war, would stop but it didn’t. A new form of craziness took over the world, scattering people across the globe, many settling in America or Australia.

australian immigration

Little did the immigrants know that they would be blessed for their courage.

Frieda in Australia

Australia my father’s choice, awaited him. ‘The Land of Tomorrow,’ gave displaced persons a fresh start. My mother came several years later:only the dust of the past, her legacy in Germany. It kept running through her fingers, threatening her mental stability.

She made a seemingly brave decision. In reality,  ma had little choice but to move forward.

As Australians, they built a life, ‘a good life,’ as my father would say on his death-bed. They were genuine people, hard working and honest who needed a fresh start. This book, the sequel to Schicksal is the Australian chapter of my parents’ lives.


I am yet to pen it.

Immigration is a hot topic world wide. In Australia we ‘turn back the boats’ to prevent illegal immigration. Not everyone agrees with our government’s position on this issue.

Recently in Greece my husband and I saw first handed the plight of Syrian refugees making their way to Europe. Seeing them sitting on the concrete at bus stations waiting with resignation bordering on silent despair moved me deeply.

How could the world see the children sleeping on the cold concrete and not feel something? Fear, intolerance and prejudice are rife in many areas in the world, in our communities and at times in our hearts.

I believe if we can understand what someone is going through, live their experience with them, we can change the misconceptions we hold in our hearts and become more humanitarian.