When I was just a baby, my dad left Italy to go and build accommodation huts for the Snowy Mountains Scheme. It was winter when he arrived, and the men had to stay in tents in the snow at first, although later they stayed in the accommodation they built.
Three years later, he moved to Inglewood in South-East Queensland to grow tobacco as a share grower, and as he got his own house as part of the deal, we were finally able to come out and join him.
At first, I didn’t know what a father was - to . . .