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Sitting on the caravan steps, Anna gazed at the thousands of bird collecting on the hillside. Then suddenly, as if someone had fired a starting postol, the birds took to the air and like a thick, black cloud few away. Something, Anna sensed, was very wrong; something terrible was about to happen.
That appalling earthquake was to change her carefree life completely. But one things she did cling to was her desire to be a dancer. Aided and abetted by her older brothers, she battled with the hazzards of raising money in a strange country with their uncle's steely opposition to her ambition.