Give me something I haven't seen Give me the red light turning green Give me the words but not the page Give me it all I called you up Three times last night Running through the streets Bloody, from a fist fight Keep you warm Keep you there Wanna keep you all
On my second trip to NZ I heard this fascinating true story, while travelling through the northern regions of the Auckland area. Back in the day, there was a group of German people experiencing persecution in their home country due to their religion, and many of these people were forced to leave home and travel to far off countries like Australia and New Zealand. This particular group travelled across Europe to get away (which took approx. a full year) to then board a boat headed for the wild unknown of New Zealand (this journey took another year!). When they arrive into Auckland, they have been assigned some land to the north to start their new settlement and community. But little do they know, this area is a total forest with nothing cleared. Also, they have been sold this land by the original owners, a Maori clan with enemies to the north, who are hoping this new European community (with their weapons etc.) will help them protect their territories. So this group of European men, women and children, who have travelled across the whole world into a total unknown on a one way ticket, are picked up in the Auckland port by Maori warriors on canoes, and brought upstream to their new home. I always imagine that trip. What would that have felt like for those displaced people? Unfamiliar terrain, an unknown future, and being canoed to their inhospitable new home by Maori warriors. History is filled with interesting and strange stories, and I like to sometimes sit down and think about them.