Heartwarming / Balibo

• Shackleton's report after spending a night in an East Timorese village.
  Shackleton: Something happened here last night which moved us very deeply. Something so far removed from our experience as Australians and yet so inextricably interwoven within the atmosphere of this place. I find it very difficult to covey to you. Sitting on woven mats under a thatch roof in a hut with no walls, we were the target of a barrage of questioning from men who know they may die tomorrow and cannot understand why the rest of the world does not care. Why, they ask, are the Indonesians invading us? Why, they ask, if the Indonesians believe FRETILIN is communist, do they not send a delegation to Dili to find out? Why, they ask, are the Australians not helping us? When the Japanese invaded, they did help us. Who, they ask, will pay for the terrible damage to our homes. My main answer was that Australia would not send forces here. That's impossible. However, I said, we could ask that this fighting is raised at the United Nations. That was possible. At that, the second-in-command rose to his feet and exclaimed "Comrade journalist!" He shook my hand, the rest shook my hand, and we were applauded because we are Australians. That's all they want. For the United Nations to care about what is happening here. The emotion here was so strong that we - all three of us - felt that we were able to reach out into the warm night air and touch it. Greg Shackleton from an unnamed village, which we will remember forever, in Portuguese Timor.
• Roger kindly teaching Juliana how to flip a coin.