A surreal night

Until today, I have been feeling inflammatted, uneasy and tired. I should do more exercise to keep myself fit, yet I just lost my soul at the end of a day’s work.

This surreal story ignited my soul of the day last night. There was this African guy walked into our legal service at around 8pm, carrying with piles of documents stuffing in his old leather school bag. He told us that he just wanted to consult with some immigration as in refugee matters. Without much thought, Mat crabbed him into an office room and started doing pre-interview with him. About 10min later, he came out and told us this bizarre underworld story:

This guy was from the US. Somehow, in 2000, he turned a Mafia into the police; and that Mafia was shot dead by the American policy in a chase. Since then, he was tracked and intimidated by Mafia. In 2001, he went to work in Hullolo, Hawaii. In there, he was not only been after by Mafia but also Makuso (? A Japanese Mafia). In 2002, he got into Australia, moved from Sydney to Brisbane, then down to Melbourne. He claimed that, Melbourne gang war is because the arrival of him. On top of that, CIA ganged with Mafia to tracked him in Australia. Now his refugee status application was rejected by Phillip Ruddic, so he came to us and seeked help for his further appeal in the Federal court.

The prime suggestion we gave to him was – to speak to the police if he worries that his life is under threat. Kim, one of our solicitors, also tried to suggest him to see a psychiatrist by saying: “do you think you should see someone to relief your stress?” At the end of the consultation, Kim said to him in a humorous way that: “You could buy me a Coke (as she doesn’t drink alcohol)… yes, a COCACOLA.” Because she didn’t want him to twist her meaning as to buy her a “COCAINE”.

What a night! This is much more interesting that Mat’s ANZ job as playing spread sheet, and mine one of dealing with insurers.