On Cairns Street, Australia. Groups of Aboriginal people, sitting under the trees on the roadside of the park, occasionally smelled of wine. The innocent Australian aborigines sing, drink, smoke and dance happily. Somewhat incompatible with modern civilization, maybe they are adjusting the balance from primitive natural life to civilized life. Some people say that the people of Keynes seem to be separated by a wall from the Australian Aborigines. I think if you care more and tolerate and expand your innocence, natural and primitive heart, that invisible wall never actually exists!