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Updated version for the 40th Anniversary, March 2022
Behind the door lurks a Monster: Punk, politics and the President; a life growing up in the Falkland Islands
Link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1514764695
Link to 'Home' - video diary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozIcW8hKstQ&t=112s
Link to 'Home' - video diary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozIcW8hKstQ&t=112s
'I waited an hour or so in the departure lounge for the
aircraft to land. Punta Arenas reminded me of home, with its coloured houses
and steep hills and the streets full of Japanese four by four vehicles. Then the plane landed and the lounge filled up with people. I'd sat
with my back to everyone. That’s when I knew I was going home. I waited until everyone was on board, before I stood up and went to the gate.
My
two oldest sisters were at the airport to meet me. I had a lot to thank them
for; it could not have been easy but they were adamant I was
coming home and if anyone had a problem with that then they'd have them to contend
with, too.
The next day we went fishing. As a family we always liked doing such things, grabbing drinks and food and clothing to keep warm and dry and driving off across the camp*. That’s what life was about: doing what you wanted to do and keeping it simple.
The next day we went fishing. As a family we always liked doing such things, grabbing drinks and food and clothing to keep warm and dry and driving off across the camp*. That’s what life was about: doing what you wanted to do and keeping it simple.
There
was also so much I could have thought about while there yet for some reason
the thoughts never came. Only I did film, as I told the boys I would: my sister and
I dancing together on the slope above where we had fished, the evening sun
behind and a motorcycle going past, as well as other things before the week was
over and back to the airport I went, with several people calling before I left saying it was nice
to see me back.
Making
the short film - which I'd finished at Michael’s with the boys in the last
shot in Buenos Aires, was like putting my home in a box. Jacques would
have said that for it to be art you had to take yourself out of it. He was
right. I had just made something about going home. Sometimes art gets in the
way.'
Hampshire,
England, July 2015
The unedited manuscript was bought by Planeta, in Buenos Aires, and translated into Spanish as 'Malvinas: Una Guerra Privada.'
The unedited manuscript was bought by Planeta, in Buenos Aires, and translated into Spanish as 'Malvinas: Una Guerra Privada.'
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Prose. Published 2016. |
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Buenos Aires, 2012 Emece (Planeta). |
