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April 14, 2009
For all that we had trekked half way around the world in a boat to start a new life in a new country, it wasnít until many years later as an adult while visiting the Immigration Museum in Melbourne and saw photos of people boarding the ships and of life on board for those making the long journey that it really dawned on me that I had been an immigrant. I guess I had become so Australianised over the years that, after so many new successive waves of immigrants I came to see myself as Australian. But I certainly didnít start out that way.