Malaysia, Hall
Walking past High Street, I didn’t expect to “bump” into this highly-regarded Dewan Malaysia. I had imagined something more titanic, like Istana Budaya, a grand staircase leading to the spectacular hall. But it turned out to be a sweet living room, exploited for all sorts of noble events. As I explored around the many rooms inside this two-story, colonial-like mansion, creepy creaks and haunted echoes followed me, reminding me of all the similar footsteps that had been roaming around here, the familiar faces, the common root, the same hope, the same dream, all comfortably united in Melbourne and found the much-needed solace under the same rustic roof for the past 20 years. I could feel it – these people, they do belong to this esteemed heaven. But, on second thought, the Hall might not really belong to Malaysia. Somebody purposely omitted a letter ‘N’ at the end of the word ‘Malaysia’, before ‘Hall’.
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