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I just met Nail.

He grabs my hand and points to my fingernail.

n-a-i-l…Nail! His rich, thick accent leaps and laughs.

He is from Turkey, from Istanbul. But he has been here forty-one years. Australia is the best country in the whole world he tells me. Where are you from? Australia, I reply. No, he asks again, where are you from?

Again, Australia.

Ah, he laughs. Well, we are all from here. We might have started somewhere else, but we are all from here. You are a good lady.

And you are a great man Nail (thank you for lifting my day).