Alice, Amoonguna, Africa: 'Belonging' and the NT Writers' Festival

“We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home.” - Aboriginal proverb. Uluru at sunset The Northern Territory Writers’ Festival was the bait. And I had taken it. Films like Wake in Fright, A Town like Alice or Walkabout pricked at my memory. A crowing outpost of white settlement, Alice Springs sits surrounded by desert in aboriginal country. I was an outsider whichever way I looked at it. An illiterate in an alien world. Flying into Alice Springs the white-blue horizon rose high above the dust-shimmer of the scrubby hills. Squat dwellings huddled on the drought-parched roadsides

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