As you can see, I am back after a two day break. Two days in which I saw that the locations of happy memories had been torn down and replaced with white plaster boards or strange looking buildings. Yet, no one can tear down my memories or my feelings and that is the most important thing.I was also left wondering if I am becoming a little paranoid.
I was standing on a platform at Sydney Central rail station when I noticed a Muslim dressed in white robes and cap, walking up and down the platform. He looked very sharp with a neatly trimmed beard and very intelligent looking.
I mention this not because I consider it is unusual to see intelligent looking Muslims, but people who look that sharp and intelligent are less inclined to walk up and down the platform talking to themselves and laughing out loud, like this chap did. He was also carrying a backpack, which he checked at least three times while I was watching.
I looked around to see how others on the platform were reacting but no one else seemed to take much notice. Do I ignore it or do I report it? In the end I decided to report the incident and got out of the station pretty damn quickly! And on that note....
Photo: A lunchtime scene in a park in Sydney's Central Business District
Wherever you may be - be safe!
