This is the second time in a short period that we have become the objects of inquiry for these intrusive people. The airport on Christmas Island has become a studio for a photo shoot. It seems that they are waiting in ambush, waiting for the time they can see me helpless and fragile. They are waiting to make me a subject of their inquiry. They want to strike fear into people with the movement of my possessed corpse. —— Exile from Christmas Island / Exile from Australia / The airport marks the point of exile / The airport is completely empty / The airport is totally quiet.
