Who tells Timor-Leste’s stories?
Felix and I were at Nari’s, the Korean restaurant, for dinner last night. We were eating dumplings on the balcony and catching up on our days, and I mentioned to him with not a small amount of pride that I’d had some good feedback on the freelance piece I’d written for the Interpreter about last…
It was stinking hot in Dili today. The thick open-oven-door heat of a 40-degree Perth day blasting out into a wet, sticky, muggy tropical afternoon. A Bikram yoga class at my front door. Sweat at the small of my back. My landlady and I, chatting idly on my porch, both agreed that while we’d each…
A post about politics
Tomorrow, Timor holds its fourth-ever presidential election. In a quirk of timing this self-confessed politics nut was thrilled with, my first month in Timor coincides with both the presidential election and my home state’s own election: last weekend, Western Australia had a state election I watched very closely from Timor, desperately refreshing live blogs on…