Wednesday was the first time in which a genuine competition between a Canadian and an Australian had ever come up in a game where either might have won and both started from an equal footing. So the question had always been in my mind which way would I go. And even though I am in Toronto where I will be till Monday, when they went out on the court I was going for the Australian and was disappointed that he had lost although happy that a Canadian had won.
Forty years though I may have been in Australia, no one ever says to me when I’m in Canada, as they do to others I know, what an Aussie accent you have. I fit into this very different Toronto from the one I left but it has been a very nostalgic and enjoyable time, specially being summer as it is. And there are friends and family to see and places to re-visit. For Toronto, no tourist map is needed.
Nationality is a funny thing. I have a value system that is built out of the Judeo-Christian ethic that has travelled through a British historical and political tradition, a tradition found both here in the Dominion and also in Australia. And these I truly value and so am home in each and care about their survival.
Nevertheless, when I left Melbourne I was going home, but when I return, I will be coming home. It’s a small difference but it is a real one.