Cruising Sydney City at 4 AM in the morning has opened my eyes recently. I was there on my way to the ANZAC Day Dawn Service. I have never been to the dawn services before.
On the way, I’ve seen the two faces of Sydneysiders. One is the drunk people whom at that time still on the street struggling to get home just because it feels hard to walk straight. Two is the people I saw in Martin Place during the ANZAC Day dawn service.
The first thought when I arrived in Martin Place was why on earth there were so many people there. This is another side of Sydney people that I’ve seen on the street a few minutes before. They were there to commemorate the deaths of Australian soldiers and Gallipoli specifically.
Even though it was 4 AM, cold, and starting to rain, the people who were there felt as it was nothing. That was what I believe as Australian nationalism.
And because I did not know that there would be so many people, I could not get closer to the ceremony and I only could take photographs of the crowd. The thing I regret was Kevin Rudd was there and I could not see him, but I could only hear his speeches.
