well, i'm an 18 year old and came to Australia about 8 months ago, spent the first six months in misery and loneliness , last two months have been a life changing experience , i shared a dormitory with five other aussies(all of them above 30 and more of nomads ) , i couldnt agree more when they felt sorry for my ways just in one day, then on they used to thrash me, all the humiliation, i was forced to scull beer, take all kind of drugs and all other shit.I was made aware of customs , being street smart, the love and passion for the country, even learned how to cook(believe me i was so stupid, couldnt even make a toast), all the time they use to call me 'indian'(being originally from india), just before i was leaving that place they said "son, now u're one of us", though they still call me Indian but thats affection they say. One of my weaknesses , blind trust has made me what i'm today, i trusted myself to their care and now i'm in love with this country . I still visit them on weekends.
*You couldn't pass that (relatively) new citizenship test, even if you were born and bred here lol. *Dropbears, need I say more on that? *You know what a "bogan" is. As for the notion (in the worldwide media) that multiculturalism doesn't work here. I grew up in the Northern and then inner south eastern suburbs of Melbourne. My mum was Dutch, her friends were Indian, Chinese-Malaysian, Russian, Hungarian, Seychellian, among many others. My neighbours and school friends, were Turkish, Vietnamese, Cambodian, Greek, Macedonian, Filipino, Indian, Sri Lankan, Mauritian, Egyptian, and the list goes on. We all got along fine and enjoyed and celebrated our cultural differences.