“We live in Glebe, a suburb just outside the city center of Sydney and ten minutes away from the harbor. Glebe has two facades One is of beautiful tree-lined streets with gorgeous old homes, and the other, which is supposed to be trendy, has old terrace houses with views of outhouses and clothes-lines. I belong to the latter. Our house is an old terrace. We, my mother Christina and I, live on the top. We were actually renting the place till I was twelve, but the owner sold it to us for a great price, and although I’ve calculated that Mama will paid it off when I’m thirty-two, it’s good not to be rending in these days of housing problems.”