Harrowing reality of Melbourne’s detention centre – Part Two

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How bad can it get?

I’m in the middle of the visiting room in Broadmeadows Detention Centre. It’s loud, children running around. Families talking. There is music. But in a corner I see Frank. He is sitting alone, wearing a long, ripped, black robe. He is very sad. Hopeless. He looks at me, doesn’t say anything. And looks down.

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