My daughter went to a ballet rehearsal at Adelaide University. They wouldn’t let us watch. I wandered around for a while and this is what I found.
On one of the walls is a small white piece of paper with poem by Anna Akhmatova, a 20 century poet from Russia. I drink to home, that is lost, To evil life of mine, To loneness in which we’re both, And to your future, fine, -- To lips by which I was betrayed, To eyes that deathly cold, To that that the world is bad and that We were not saved by God.