Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Foreword
- Prologue
- 1 Mafia, Memories and Journeys
- 2 Wine, Cannabis and Ancestors: Rural Australia
- 3 Aspromonte, the Roots
- 4 From St Kilda to Kings Cross
- 5 Bombs, Bridges and Gold
- 6 North American Hybrids
- 7 The Port, the Sea and the Wrong Sun
- 8 ‘Ndrangheta City and Spiderwebs
- Epilogue
- Notes
- Index
5 - Bombs, Bridges and Gold
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 12 October 2022
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Foreword
- Prologue
- 1 Mafia, Memories and Journeys
- 2 Wine, Cannabis and Ancestors: Rural Australia
- 3 Aspromonte, the Roots
- 4 From St Kilda to Kings Cross
- 5 Bombs, Bridges and Gold
- 6 North American Hybrids
- 7 The Port, the Sea and the Wrong Sun
- 8 ‘Ndrangheta City and Spiderwebs
- Epilogue
- Notes
- Index
Summary
What a city, Adelaide. ‘The city’s asleep and the church is bare’, someone said to me once about Adelaide. I never quite knew where this quote came from; I did Google it and couldn’t find it! A fitting description, the warmth, the sleep in between churches, Adelaide.
‘What kind of Italian are you?’
What do you read in this sentence? Probably nothing, really. The meaning, as is often the case, is given by the context, and by the sender. This was a message I received in my inbox in July 2019 – I was in Montreal. I ignored it.
‘You must be the cop-lover traitor kind of type’.
A follow-up message, same person, in December 2019, months later. Why? Why would someone you don’t know send you unsolicited messages like this one? Someone you know only by their family’s surname; someone that you know that they know who you are and what you do for a living.
I guess to some people these messages could sound provocative or just like a nuisance. For me, they were about recognition. He knows that I know who he is and he counts on that when sending a few words that are not just provocative, they carry a pinch of intimidation.
This was the second time I got unwanted attention and ‘friendly’ warnings from someone allegedly close to ‘ndrangheta clans. Of all places, in Adelaide, a city where nothing much seems to happen.
The first time I had this unpleasant experience, it was my first time in Adelaide. I couldn’t really believe then that someone would tell me to ‘start doing something else’ and that my surname ‘attracted attention, you know?’ and ‘What? You think they don’t know you are poking your nose into their affairs?’ I couldn’t really believe that was happening to me, I didn’t really know anything about anyone, I had just started my research! Ah, how the optics of what you seem to do and know count more than what you actually do and know!
It was October 2015 and I fell in love with the sunsets over the beach in Glenelg.
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- Chasing the Mafia'Ndrangheta, Memories and Journeys, pp. 104 - 134Publisher: Bristol University PressPrint publication year: 2022