My Farsi is getting better and better. Now I know at least 10 words. Fareshteh means angel. A good word to know. And yesterday I learnt farda, meaning tomorrow.
News I woke to this morning was that 'detainees are being released from detention centres with so little preparation for life outside that some have asked to be returned, according to two refugee workers. This week an Iranian man, released three weeks ago after five years' detention at Baxter detention centre, returned to Baxter and asked to be readmitted, said lawyer Kon Karapanagiotidis, director of the Melbourne-based Asylum Seeker Resource Centre.'
It's all lyrics at the moment, even if the music ain't so hot. So tonight, a song about the fair go:
'In 1788 down Sydney Cove
The first boat-people land
Said sorry boys our gain's your loss
We gonna steal your land'
Ugh. It's all a bit political. So maybe for a bit of dumb shit, I'll look to Napoleon Dynamite:
'You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.'