She was keen to avoid the stares of the Falun Gong protesters across the street and lowered her head as she turned left towards the lake. Her hands gripped a small bag containing a paperback: Tim Winton’s Cloudstreet. She’d borrowed the novel from a colleague, Xiu Linjiang, to read on the plane f...
It was Thursday night and Dickson Tradies was wall-to-wall with young men who hugged the bar and poured their wages into the pokies, their schooners perched precariously on the edges of machines hungry for cash. Lots of it. The Construction, Forestry, Mining and Energy Union had built its empire ...