Everything comes to an end one day. But, at the same time, it is the beginning of something new.
Paul and Ursula were standing at the railing of the ship that had been their home for five glorious weeks. They felt they were treated like royalty. It was a journey of a lifetime that transported them from the cold war Europe of the fifties to a new life on an ancient continent.
They had their girls on their arms and observed the activities on shore. Men in blue singlets were hosting the gangway into place so a new wave of migrants could get on land.
Only in the morning had a doctor decided that they could disembark because Ursula suffered a large abscess on her knee which made walking near impossible only the day before. This would have meant they would have continued their cruise to Sydney. But over night the knee became…
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