I am Austrian and my husband was Italian, but we met when we were both working in a hotel in Geneva. Because we couldn’t speak each other’s languages, we had to speak to each other in French! We liked our life in Switzerland, but we would have had to reapply for our visa every 10 years there, so after World War II, we decided to apply for Australia, where we would be treated more equally. At that time, I was 29.
Two days after we arrived, we got our first job at the Hotel Windsor in Melbourne. Honestly . . .