Author Archives: Rebecca

We’ve experienced a number of disasters lately, both courtesy of nature and of our own doing. It’s upsetting and challenging. It’s human nature to shy away from such things. Call it survival instinct. When it comes to natural disasters, we … Continue reading →

I remember being in the dealing room when 9/11 occured. Needless to say it was frantic. News was disjointed and contradictory with traders not having all the information they needed to keep the market under their control. As a trader … Continue reading →

What is happiness? Are we really meant to be happy? Is it a sustainable state of being or a fleeting visitor that is supposed to come and go? I heard an interview with famed author David Malouf today, and it … Continue reading →

Muammar Gaddafi is one of those characters that we in the west aren’t quite sure what to think of. He has the charisma of a rock star with his interesting fabric choices for clothing and his all-girl posse of hand-picked … Continue reading →

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I wasn’t there and I have no right to comment. I’m just another person on the other side of the world trying to keep up with events in Egypt from what I see in the media. So why am I … Continue reading →

What does it mean to be Australian? It means long, hot Summer days with cloudless skies It means living in one of the harshest environments on earth. It means living with extreme both in the weather and in the country … Continue reading →

If you’re looking for a town of opposites and contradictions, Dresden is your place. Buried deep in the heart of eastern Germany, this small Saxon town has a history of opulence combined with complete and utter loss. All this results … Continue reading →

Germans. The world’s most sensible people. Conservative, straight up and down, no messing around. Someone forgot to tell Berlin’s new year revellers. I’m not sure what I was expecting from a new year’s eve in Berlin. Probably a quiet drink, … Continue reading →

I open the morning paper. The lift out is always more frivolous and entertaining than the main broadsheet. I flick through it nonchalantly waiting for my tea to cool. Every page is related to food or fashion. Gourmet or haute … Continue reading →