The first time I saw Tanel Jan, he was standing by a water fountain in a gay nightclub on a hot Melbourne summer night in 2010. We communicated at first through tentative glances but, after making eye contact by a water fountain on the bar, we started chatting and left the club together to walk through the sultry night air.
We strolled arm in arm through the alleyways and parklands of Collingwood, talking about our lives and dreams. He had just arrived in Australia on a working holiday visa and landed a casual job in hospitality – but he was really a scriptwriter who had worked as a cultural manager in the small town of Rakvere in northern Estonia.
