Couple days before my visa expiration date Sherry suggested me to go and get my luggage from her place just to have all my bags in one place if I needed to leave the country. I agreed with her. On 9 th of May I flew to Brisbane from Sydney. I was about to go back on 13 th of May, but flight got cancelled and the end of the day I realised it doesn t really matter whether I m in Brisbane or in Sydney on the last day of visa, which was 15 th of May. So I stayed in Brisbane. Just on the last day my immigration agent lodged my visa application and I got myself at least "on the process". I kept working with Sherry on the weekends in different markets and festivals.
One day we ended up in..oh don t remember where it was, but not next but one after it, was runned by one lady who said she s also estonian.
"Hey, what is your accent?" asks suddenly a lady in her 50 s.
"I m from Estonia."
"Are you really? I am too", she smiles kindly.
"Really, can you speak estonian?"
"No, it s my grandmother, actually great granfather..who was..let me write it down for you.."
She gets so excited. Goes and gets papers ready and writes down all the story what her parents went through.
I actually forgot to ask, how the estonian guy got into the middle of 'paddicks' far north and west of Queensland, she only said that in the late 18 s estonian guy came to Australia, started from Darwin, which I remember she mentioned, but how he got to Queensland, I forgot to ask, as the story following, grasped my attention more than anything else.
"So my mum was half aboriginal as the guy who was estonian, had child with aboriginal woman, who is my grandmother", she explained me, writing even the names down.
The best part of the story is following.
"My grandmother and my mother travelled from Mount isa to Brisbane in 5 years, barefoot. My mother was 5 when she started walking and got to Brisbane when she was 10."
"Wow", I could only say.
"5 years taking the journey what we can do now in few hours by any transport.That s about 1000 kms, but still barefoot, that s a cool story", I m thinking myself. "I have to really get that story to my blog".
I wanted to take picture of her, as she doesn t look anything like aboriginal, but yes she did look like estonian. She said her brother looks a bit like aboriginal though.
She asked is she can send the picture to my email, but I gave her my phone number, so she sent it to my phone. I couldn t get the picture onto computer, asked her to send the picture to my email, but she hasn t done it. Now, it happened that my phone just "gave up", broke down, doesn t turn on anymore, and therefore I don t have the picture..
So the story ends here, without picture...
