Judy ushered them in, the two-and-two-thirds doctors from Africa. Tall, beautiful and young, each greeted us in perfect Hebrew: ‘Shabbat Shalom’, a peaceful Sabbath. Three smiles of perfect teeth lit our room on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
First and oldest was Shimelis, thirteen years a doctor, eight months in Australia on a Bridging Visa. Next came Sulam, with 18 months’ experience in Ethiopian hospitals and I don’t know how much time in refugee camps. She too holds a Bridging Visa. Last and youngest was Francine, the vulgar fraction: she has completed four years of medical studies in the Congo. Her birth country is Rwanda. I did not prosecute her with enquiry about her double expatriation. Like the other two, Francine subsists in Australia at the pleasure of the government. That means the kindness of Mister Morrison.
All three understand fully they can be evicted from this land of asylum at…
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