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When I was a little boy growing up in Buenos Aires, we were very poor and lived near the pampas. Evita had died 12 years earlier, her promises did not come to fruition yet we still cried for her.

Even though mum and dad were in the Iron and Steal business: Mum ironed, dad stole, we were often hungry and wore rags to keep us warm.

Dad taught us to steal to survive in broad daylight, my sister and I alternating in providing a diversion so one of us could steal any morsels we could find to feed our hunger.

One day, ravaged with hunger, we tried our luck with a street vendor selling Churros, the smell of the cinnamon still wafts at will. My sister distracted the vendor, I grabbed some Churros and ran.

Alas, la policia was watching from behind a tree, he chased me down and beat me. I was thrown into a cell. I went before a judge within a week. The sentence was handed down – transportation to the colony in Australia.

Arriving in Australia I was put to work on a farm, it was hard work for a 5 year old. I learnt to whistle with a gum leaf, and how to speak english and kangaroo; I became a kangaroo whisperer. After three years I was set free.

Now that I could speak English, I changed my name to Garry and responded to an ad in the newspaper, the wanted section. Wanted: 8-9 yo boy to act in a new TV Series set in the bush .

The rest is history. Check out a short clip of the show.