Earlier this year there was a segment on ABC's 'Stateline' here in
Victoria about some Monash University students devoting themselves to
giving free English lessons to refugees from Afganistan and Iraq.

There were about ten men in the class with about four girls in their
early twenties acting as teachers. All the girls were dressed for a
late summer day with plenty of skin and curves on view. One blonde
girl had tight jeans, a sleeveless tanktop, and a bare midriff. There
was a shot of her leaning over beside one of the students with her
body pressed against the student as she corrected something he had
written.

Throughout their adult life in Afganistan some of these men would have
never seen a woman's skin or hair in public. Then they arrive in
Australia and have some of Australia's finest specimens of nubile
young womenhood leaning against them with hair and skin exposed and
freely touching.

I wonder if there has been some kind of pavlovian imprint of this
experience and if these refugees now spend their days hankering after
english lessons and start salivating when a bearded nerd type starts
talking about coordinating conjunctions.

I suppose the cultural equivalant for me would be learning Arabic from
topless pole-dancers.

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