My blood ran cold. A woman – I assume she was a woman – came towards me in a burka or, as I could see her eyes, a niquab, a rare site on a university campus but not uncommon in some parts of Sydney. Walking through a park at Botany Bay on a hot day not so long ago, I saw men in shorts, T-shirts and swimming costumes, their women wrapped from head to foot.
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