Luz Restrepo

When I first came to Australia, I couldn’t speak English and simply couldn’t afford to pay for an English course at a TAFE or University. I learnt English in outer suburb community centres where there was a high concentration of new migrants like myself. Although I couldn’t articulate properly, I Read more…

I started to learn about women’s economic empowerment through my own experience as a political asylum seeker woman in Australia with little English, hardly any money, few connections and without work opportunities. For me, my key questions were how to pay my bills by using my existing skills and how Read more…

A picture that Luz’s daughter drew when Luz first put together her pitch for the Multicultural Centre I met Anne when she was a volunteer teacher at the Community Centre in Mornington. She was there just for me, unlike the other community centres where I was just one more person. Read more…

October 2010. Three months in Australia and I had an appointment in the city to work as a volunteer at the handicraft store of a religious Catholic congregation. It would be a wonderful place to practice English, make friends and feel useful I thought. I had never caught a train. Read more…

With the possibility of getting myself around without having to depend on others, I decided to look for a place where I could study English.  I checked in several specialist sites, universities and the TAFE where Sergio had studied.  I came to the conclusion that with my status my options Read more…

One day Sergio arrived home happy.  We had been offered a small unit in Mornington that was affordable on our small budget. He collected me and we went to look at it from the outside. The garden was neglected and messy. The windows and doors were old, the paint crumbling Read more…

It’s 3:00 pm I am here in this cold and unfamiliar airport waiting for Sergio and Lucrecia to come and collect me.  The seconds and minutes become eternal.  I have a number of contradictory feelings.  I feel happy and sad at the same time.  And I also fear for the Read more…

Valentina and Lucrecia, last time they were together before our life changed Our oldest daughter Valentina was the first to leave home. She had earned herself a scholarship to finish her baccalaureate at the British College in India. How could she turn down such an opportunity in life? So about Read more…

Our house in Bogotá represented everything that Sergio and I were before we changed the natural course of things to move our home from Colombia to Australia. We had lived there for about eight years and experienced periods of austerity as well as those of plenitude and joy —all, always in the Read more…