Selected for Best Australian Stories 2006

ON MARCH 11, 2004, Fresneda walked down the street outside El Pozo station in Madrid. It was a beautiful spring day and Fresneda was feeling good. He had come to Madrid on holidays to stay with his sister and her husband and children, who lived near the station. He was glad to see them. He hadn’t seen them in over fifteen years, since his sister had come back to Spain from Australia.