“We live on an island” was singing this fellow, Mr Percival, with lots of voices behind, at the Woodford festival, a few days ago. Woodford? The biggest music and art festival in Queensland, the sunshine state, located in the Northern East part of Australia. Mr Percival? A tall, black-haired man, about 45 years-old and with a thick moustache which enables him to sing properly, as he says. But maybe the important point was his last words, before he left the stage, to a young band coming back home after nine years in NY.
“An island.”.. and not a small one!
So the question is, does it change anything, culturally, or even psychologically, to live on an island? And what about a lonely island?
There are such different ways of thinking the country-continent, such as Britain, or Iceland. The first one, maybe as a colonialist empire, or maybe as a money-independent state, isn’t always appreciated by the other European countries. The second one, under Danish control for centuries, took time to finally feel equal to any other country. While so many strangers move to London, every Icelander has to come back home one day. And those backgrounds come along with people.
But Australia… The island is so large and the state is so young. People were prisoners, punished for their past acts, jailed in this lost land, in the middle of waters. When the boundaries are the desert on one side and the ocean on the other, there is no chance to escape your faults…
But when the sun is shining, when the forests are waterfalls, amazing wilderness, and green depth, when the land is laying under your thoughts, we can easily imagine that prisoners wanted to start from scratch.
Australia is the country of all possibilities. Australia is the state where you are welcome and where your life is considered as good for the country. Australia is the island where you can start a new life and where you will be accepted as you are, as long as you do something of yourself, whatever it is. You can pay; you can have whatever you want. You can work; you are free. On this island, we are all here to be alive, to be free and happy, to build our own paradise. So we are all lost on the same island.
Because of the history of Australia, or because of its exceptional weather, or maybe because of common dreams, whatever, Australia is more like a community. You are alone, sure, but everyone is your friend by default. You have your own roots, sure, but we are all here, together. You have your own plans, sure, but this cannot be better for the country. So we are on the same way, like brothers.
This sounds dressed up, but the language tells by itself. You call everyone your mate, queuing at the bank or paying your bill at the supermarket. Everyone asks you how you are going, with a sincere smile, even from beautiful girls
. You start conversations in the train or waiting for a concert, you are invited to barbecues after the second meeting and you receive help from the stranger.
You are such a lucky one to be in this growing country, looking at this beautiful land and living with the expansion of the city, of the economy and of the culture. You are part of this young story. You are lucky to be in Australia, so be my mate, be happy, and enjoy your day, ’cause (as they say) « she’ll be right! ».
Australia/Eliane de Montmorillon





