In front of Alexander Downer's office, we stood with our placard to mark the third anniversary of the Iraq invasion.  We weren't many, sadly on 20 or so,  but in the late afternoon city bustle we were certainly noticed by a few hundred. 

A friend of mine had dressed herself in a shirt covered with blood-oozing bullet holes, and stood near where she's scrawled AWB on the footpath.  A quick-eyed, fast framing photographer snapped a shot of the two of us with the letters in the foreground out our feet I('d love a copy, if you're reading this)and went away.  Perhaps we sent messages in different directions... I hope so.

Up one of the main city intersections about fift y of us walked the green lights with signs and placards, to the appreciation of many of the waiting drivers before us.  I reckon that in the space of an hour at least a couple of thousand people would have read our messages.

Ripples expand over time.  What we did was worth it.