He was a twelve-year-old war orphan who had managed to survive the Japanese occupation of his native Timor and found work as a menial in the kitchen of the Kupang airport. Nobody wanted him.
But young Bas Wie remembered the happier days of the bighearted Australians, who not only drove the Japanese away, but gave him candy, bully beef and rides in their trucks, until it was time for them to go home. One night in August 1946 Bas Wie thought of his old friends again as he nursed the raw bruise on...
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