Call me Birik. Don't ask me for my real name, this one fits me more. Birik means a spirit/ghost in the Aboriginal language. And it is true. I'm wandering in Australia like the ghost and looking for my place. My happiness. My home...
Don't ask me where I come from or who I was in the past. Don't ask me what happened to me. If I want, I'll tell you. However, the past is important only for leading us to the present. The past can shape us to survive. Or it can kill us. So don't ask me.
And now, mates, G'day!