Today I’m looking up at my local shopping shopping strip. Within about 800m we have an Italian pizza restaurant, a Lebanese shwarma restaurant, a couple of Japanese sushi places, a Vietnemese and a South Korean restaurant and a Mexican taqueria. There’s a cafe owned by French people, a bagelry owned by Israelis, a flower shop owned by Russians and a fruit shop owned by Greeks. In the supermarket we have Kosher products alongside halal products, a full Asian spice section and Aussie lamingtons in the bakery.
This isn’t a political statement about immigration policy. I’m not trying to change anyone’s opinion about the benefits of multiculturalism or the number of refugees we should let into our country or whether building walls - literal or metaphorical - is a good idea. Today, I am simply taking a moment to be grateful for the extraordinary culinary and cultural diversity I am able to enjoy without even leaving my suburb. My grandparents could never even have imagined it.
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AuthorFiona is a writer, consultant to government and not for profits and former cynic turned yogi. Archives
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