Sydney's olympics are close and less than 400 000 aboriginal Australian people have survived. In this very touching book, Sally Morgan, who is from aboriginal origin, tells how genocide has hit her own family. Slavery, rape, stolen children, the loss of the sacred link with motherland and poverty are told to the heroin/writer when she tries to know more about her own ancestors. It's her grandma, the old Nan, who holds the key to that genocide story seldom told. Being a french reader, I first read this book in my langage, but the power and the pain inside of it goes far beyond langage. Between autobiography and novel, "My place" reminds us of all genocides, past and present, from Australian aboriginal people to American Indians, from Hutus and Tutsis to Tchetchensq or the people of East Timor.