The end of an era
On 8 September, the morning after the federal election, I walk two hours from my new place in Balaclava to my old street in Kew. I’m going to see my 86-year-old former neighbour, Maria.
There are two reasons for my visit. The first is that Maria’s German shepherd–doberman pinscher cross, Tina, is in the animal hospital. Maria, who is Hungarian, has never had children. She has