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  • Luisa said "come down to my bar, Keanu Reeves called in last week!"

    Sydney, 2002. The filming of Matrix Revolutions meant that the cast were well known now, by that little Theatre Bar. Lu was a very creative, soulful woman. Kook is probably the best word I could sum her up with. She swore blind that she'd never do an Australian soap. Three years after I left, I saw her show up as a psychotic murderer on Home and Away. It made me smile on a few counts.

    I said I'd meet her there. She said "watch out, come before light, don't go under the bridge on your own." I said "I won't."

    I did.

    It was just after dusk and I don't really remember why I was on my own. I think I'd taken to going down to the Botanical Gardens at early evening. They had an overpopulation of Flying Fox bats back then and I'd discovered that if I got there just as the day came to its end they would wake and swoop around me like great flying bears (or foxes, more accurately).

    I didn't realise that the Bridge was where the homeless people were. That was what she had meant. Everyone I ever saw who was homeless in Australia was an Aborigine, I'd asked whiter faces why and no one had an answer for me. It felt ok though, the walk. I didn't get the sense that anyone was paying me too much attention. Still, I figured I'd run a little.
    Lope more like, long legs and fit from living wild and surfing. It was as easy for me to keep up a pace as walk then. All of a sudden I could tell someone was thundering up from behind. I could feel the vibration of the pace, I could feel it was someone heavier than me. I looked around and coming into view was a big, black man.
    Black of Aborigine black. Big of big man, Big.
    I adjusted my pace. So did he. I looked round again and he looked me squarely in the eye. He was a diagonal metre behind me. And as we made contact he glided into place at my side. We kept looking at each other. If I think back. I know we never said a word to each other. I know I can't tell you the sound of his voice. But I swear to you, right here and now. We had a whole conversation under the bridge and over the scrub. I know exactly what he'd come to tell me and he said it loud and clear.

    And we ran.
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