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I grew up in the dingiest part of Bondi: our apartments were forever moulding and falling apart, my blankets always had patched up holes, and I am now certain that there were always drug addicts hidden somewhere in the buildings.

But it was the nineties and it was Bondi, and despite rampant racial tensions between Asians (my mother) and White Australians (my father), and the violence permeating that part of town through means of gang warfare and drugs,

it was the happiest part of my childhood.

We never had any money, but money is not soul.

We had soul, and soul does not need money.

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