The first thing Duré Dara OAM does when I arrive at her home is fuss over me. It’s a wet Melbourne day, and before I properly sit down, she’s found me a handtowel, made me a hot Earl Grey tea and set down one of her favourite cardamom rolls. Then, while making sure I’m comfortable at her kitchen table, she asks a few deft questions and quickly finds common ground. She’s Malaysian, I’m Indonesian – close enough to be siblings, she decides. When she’s done fussing, she brings out photographs.