Wanderings in Tasmanian Fields
or how I feel like going through the days and relationships without really appreciating them.
A month and a half ago, after my stay at Tiandi Wildife Sanctuary, I joined Tasmania to work again at Costa but this time in the raspberry harvest. Thanks to my transfer from Tumbarumba, I was able to get an assistant position directly. I still picked raspberries the first day to familiarize myself with the little pink fruit. My first week was spent in the Kilo team, supervised by Antonella and then Raul, two Italians, to learn the specificities of assistant and supervisor work on the farm. It was a very nice week where I juggled between different positions and sympathized with a lot of people. And I moved for the first time into a sharehouse in the center of Devonport which was very pleasant to live. I had the impression of rolling on a cloud, to accomplish satisfactorily everything I wanted.
The second week I became supervisor and everything changed. The big difference with Tumbarumba is that the teams are bigger here so they need 5 to 6 assistants plus the supervisor as well as the use of a laptop to record picker harvests. The work in Tumba was much more relaxed and as I soon realized it, much more pleasant and organized. I spent 5 weeks doing very long and tiring days, having to deal with a team of disrespectful managers and trying to do a good job while filling a ton of unnecessary paperwork every day. And during all this time I did not have the time and motivation to go explore Tasmania or really forged friendships with my roommates or backpackers in the fields. I went through the days without realizing it. I was there without been really there.
But despite this disappointing aspect, Costa Tasmania was not such a horrible experience. I continued to develop my experience as a supervisor and manage a team. I met two, three really interesting people with whom I exchanged a lot and signed up at the sports center five minutes from my house to go for training and gym classes every day. By mid-April, the harvest began to decrease and the hours were reduced. So I left Costa to work at Premium Fresh in the vegetable harvest. And then that’s it. From these (almost) two and a half months in Tasmania, I have the feeling of a vague memory. To have flown over all that. No great memories, very few photographs, missed relationships and a slight sense of failure.
I can not really understand why I feel this way. It’s quite strange because Tasmania, I like it a lot. And I love it more and more since I started two weeks ago exploring it during maydays off. There is something in the landscape that makes me feel good. That gives me the impression of being in the right place. This island, a mix of New Zealand and Australia, it is the environment I love. Mountainous, countryside, cold, beautiful. And the sunsets and sunrises are superb. I think I have never seen so many sunsets since I arrived in Tasmania. And then I feel creative again. I want to practice photography more and more. I want to surpass myself, to improve myself.
The days are becoming colder and the winter is getting closer. And with it, the snow and its white coat, the fields covered with frost and a pure light. Perfect photographic opportunities. So I decided to stay a little longer. I was thinking of leaving Tasmania in mid-May after spending a dozen days exploring it and then going on a ten-day meditation course, but I changed my plans. And the possibility to continue saving by working at Premium Fresh for about two more months made me decide to stay here.
It’s like a second chance. Two more months in front of me to fully enjoy Tasmania, to meet people, to open my eyes and to anchor me in reality.