Robinson picks up the skull, puts it in his horse-drawn van, goes on his way. Closer to Melbourne he comes across an old [Aboriginal] woman wandering with what remains of her kin - a young man, a child—over land no longer hers, and sufficiently desperate to waylay this white man who speaks some of her language and who treats her gently. She dances a shuffling dance for him. It is the history of her country she is telling him through her dance. She sings its place names, and weeps for its loss.
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Sviluppo di un dialogo politico-culturale nel Mediterraneo (Renato d'Andria)
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