For the stone will cry out from the wall, and the beam from the woodwork responds.

This is a tale about 39 Glebe Point Road, Glebe, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia which is a two story terrace that was built in the 1870s on sandstone base foundations and convict-made brick walls.

It is about roots of olive and poplar trees in the adjacent Minogue Reserve growing through those sandstone base foundations and destroying the overall structural integrity of the building.

It also tells the story of the wandering roots of Amir Bodenstein (AB), migrating from Tel Aviv, Israel to Sydney, New South Wales, Australia from 1999 until now, September 2021.


1999 – Mortlake, Sydney
2001 – Morden Paint (Pty Ltd)
2004 – 39 Glebe Point Road, Glebe
2009 – This is my Diaspora
2010 – My space my face
2018 – The Future (video, 4m 44s)
2021 – NSW Parliamentary Inquiry


From the ‘Holy Land’ to the promised land, the ‘Lucky Country’, an all-in voyage was undertaken to seek a peaceful life choosing sparkling Sydney, the beaut ‘blue-bitch goddess’ just before its year 2000 Olympic peak; a new home to establish a business from scratch and a safe haven for my family far removed from the beating drums of impending war and the pressure-cooker life in Israel.

A meeting on 7th December 2001 at 39 Glebe Point Road, Glebe, a two-story terrace house erected in 1870 with convict-made bricks perfect for a Moroccan restaurant with a first-floor residence, led to an existential battle about tree roots which had penetrated its sandstone foundations, destroying the overall structural integrity and adding a bulge to the east wall; for me the Western Wailing Wall.

From old Babylon, my lineage has led me to this ancient Eora homeland and whether this vast southern continent allows me, after twenty-two years of a challenging path to realise my Aussie dreams remains to be seen, but when all is said and done at the end of my life I will depart with gratitude in my heart and tears in my eyes and know that the struggle was well worth it.


The lollyland.com.au website has 63 pages arranged with Home as the homepage followed by three sections and nine subsections:

A. Down Under
A1. Emergency Order 1
A2. Fairy Godmother
A3. Down Under

B. My Australia
B1. A Registered Deed
B2. I Beg You
B3. My Australia

C. Lollyland
C1. Fair Try
C2. Heart Dreaming
C3. Lollyland

1999 – Mortlake, Sydney


2001 – Morden Paint (Pty Ltd)


2004 – 39 Glebe Point Road, Glebe


2009 – This is my Diaspora

Writer: My friend Rafi, 19.9.2009

To Amir

This is my beginning

Life is a battleground. You are its foot soldier, its general of the advancing army or the retreating one, offensive or defensive. The strategist in the drill game of everyday living. 

If we know where to invade, life is a drill, the unknown is the real war. We might win some battles in advance, but lose the war on the ground.

The ground underneath our feet is shaken with the advance of time. That is the reason why the veteran knees shake with age. They have seen it all.

The mines which some lost their legs for a cause, others lost their faith along the way. They have also been ambushed by fate, ridiculed by fortune, slapped by love, held captured by immoralities.

Yet, we all soldier on in the midfield of destiny orchestrates by order in a chaotic existence with bullfighters stamina. We are all universal soldier in an army of one. When we fight, we fight it alone.

The world watch and only interfere if there is a profit in. Ministers have the power in this game we call life. Tactical errors can cost the life of one.

The army of one has charged. The battleground is perilous. The might of the army of one with god on his side. Attention! As you are a soldier.

Ha Kol Le Tova – Baruch Hasem
This is my Diaspora
High Court Justice

2010 – My space my face

My space is an honest place. It faces me every day. It has one entrance for hope the other for solitude.

The walls are wet with my tears and bare like soul body; the reflection of memories passing through arched in, destined to live within, born in the womb of mother darkness.

My place is not so bad. I speak to it, echoes thundering, the mind seeing all, repeating it, quoting mosaic passages with alarming prophecy.

Self in Exile
Mushroom Tunnel, Picton, NSW
Photo: Sam Campbell, 2010

The naked truth facing the train of thoughts. I was born to live in this space, a merger existence, tough mighty soul. I chose this existence, a defying space. My space is an honest place. It faces me every night.

Hakol Letova

2018 – The Future (video, 4m 44s)

2012 – NSW Parliamentary Inquiry

NSW Parliamentary Inquiry – 4.7.2019

Regulation of building standards, building quality and building disputes

Submission by Amir Bodenstein – 4.11.2019

Submission No. 175 – Mr Amir Bodenstein


39 Glebe Point Road (photos) – 20.11.2019

Viewed from the south
Photo: John Webber
Viewed from the east
Photo: John Webber

AB’s Questions on Notice – 2021



I’m sorry. I learn to know that I know nothing, nothing matter nor one thing is personal, and yet, again and again, which was washed will come back for what goes around comes around.

Dear Sydney: one tricky kiss to the carpet, three-cross merits – seven years conviction each, altogether twenty one no-easy years, and soon your one-offspring.

A butt I came, Petitstic I am, and Bumper I shall return. 

Ya Elohim, keep me alive so long as living is good for me, and cause me to die when death is good for me.

I would like my ashes to be mixed with an Australian potting mix for it to be spread under the three Palm trees at the tip in Keleme, Lithuania.

All that is, is the breath inside the breath, and that too will pass away.